Watch your head, take cover 

It's raining pleasantries 

It'll mess up your hair 



Your cookout, your street fair 

Your girlfriend, your phone calls just 

Don't mean much to me 



Compulsive obsession with things 

Your fashion, elections 

Your vision and excrement 



People, diversions and depth 

Low rent, frail insides 

Painted on dense reinforced skin 

Protecting me 



Can't let, can't let go of me 

Can't let, can't let go of everybody 

Can't let, can't let's go for me 

Can't let, can't let's leave 



Your hobbies, collections 

Your lifestyles and bed room sets 

Don't mean much to me 



Unthinking allegiance to thieves 

Your meth lab, your dildos 

Kaballah and yoga class 



People, places and things 

Nouns, verbs, false cognates 

Language abuse, innuendo 

Word, interrupt 



Can't let, can't let go of me 

Can't let, can't let go of everybody 

Can't let, can't let's go for me 

Can't let, can't let's leave 



You messed up my hair 

Can't, you dreamt us from each others minds 

Can't, if perception defines 

You just made that up and now your problem is mine 



And now your dismal outlook we've shared 

This song will show your tired point to be wrong 

And prove to all the world that I'm here 

And you're there and they're there and we are 



Bullshit 

Architect 



Our secret pontiff, the oil peaks 

I read that today 

Cold fusion, hooray 

Tomorrow, if not something else