[Verse 1]
I spit on the soil of the marketplace
Rip up a photo of the man
From my inner space
Soul, earthquake
Sweat, monsoon
Vacate shore
Crash like typhoon
Is there anybody sitting in the cosmic seat?
‘Cause I got questions for the bastard
And some heavenly heat
It’s like sand in a sieve
Every time I blink
Every lesson I learn
Turns to faded ink
Is there a key to this song?
‘Cause you’re all tone deaf
And no one’s ever gonna right what’s wrong?
Correct
It’s all so cyclical
Yet unpredictable
I ask what not how you’re doing
But the answer’s always
Bad weather
Happy face
Dead kids
Fake news
(We’re sorry, there was nothing we could do!)
I spit on the soil of the marketplace
Rip up a photo of the man
From my inner space
Soul, earthquake
Sweat, monsoon
Vacate shore
Crash like typhoon
Is there anybody sitting in the cosmic seat?
‘Cause I got questions for the bastard
And some heavenly heat
It’s like sand in a sieve
Every time I blink
Every lesson I learn
Turns to faded ink
Is there a key to this song?
‘Cause you’re all tone deaf
And no one’s ever gonna right what’s wrong?
Correct
It’s all so cyclical
Yet unpredictable
I ask what not how you’re doing
But the answer’s always
Bad weather
Happy face
Dead kids
Fake news
(We’re sorry, there was nothing we could do!)
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