[Intro]


[Verse 1]
             
Your building 

           
is full of peo

              
ple who hate y

              
ou and bite of

  
f fingers
             
And eat from p

            
iles and someo

         
ne's knocking
             
All things spi

              
t towards and 

             
stutter at you


 closer and cl

oser
              
Until the whol

             
e city falls o

              
ver while the 

            
music breaks a

        
 window
             
You're suspici

              
ous of treasur

       
es and plastic

 covers
             
All things flo

             
p over, the ov

              
en is open, an

            
d the kitchen 

         
is lying
             
My name is gon

             
na sound old t

             
o you, but nam

            
es are doughnu

       
ts the sea
             
Names are pean

             
uts in the tre

            
es, names bid 

              
you to beg for

 
 trash

[Verse 2]
            
Oh, I walk on 

     
everything, on

 lucky dollars
            
Baskets in the

     
 sand, sunglas

ses in the rai

n
     
Tire tracks in

 caves
             
I'll never sen

              
d one more emp

   
ty box
             
I'll talk to e

             
very crowded r

oom
             
I'll go to the

           
 great carniva

              
ls of pain and

 
 fight
             
Entire fields 

              
of cops and ke

            
ep a coconut i

     
n my hand

[Verse 3]
             
Nina knows the

              
 reason, and s

     
he's seen into

 the mouth of
             
What it is to 

              
be a mountain,

           
 and she's see

n all the good

 pigeon-like
             
People shot do

       
wn and bones b

e kicked to po

wder
             
By the insane 

     
wild horses
             
Nina, I'm not 

              
nothing, but w

        
hen you lie on

 the piano
             
I am reminded 

              
I am stupid, a

      
nd in every up

stairs room
             
A tall and dau

              
ghterless Russ

              
ian is kicking

 
 robins eggs t

o powder
            
While the musi

            
c breaks a win

        
dow

[Verse 4]

Cavemen are ki

ssing, walking

 on logs
             
Low enough to 

              
limbo cobwebs 

    
and watch the 

clouds blow aw

ay
            
Drink-driving 

            
towards the se

             
a, I'll be at 

              
your feet in e

     
very lifeboat
             
I'll hold thes

              
e lemons in my

 
 mouth and run
             
One of the imp

              
ortant people 


standing on yo

ur chest
             
I'll love what

              
ever kicks me 


hardest in the

 mouth
            
I'm gonna eat 

         
my keys

[Verse 5]
             
I've met a lit

           
tle bit of who

 I am
             
Backpacking up

              
on the fingers

 
 of the real
             
Barricading ev

    
ery garden gat

e
             
Smiling into e

     
very cup of gr

apes
             
I safari acros

      
s the neighbou

r's yard
             
Pushing grocer

          
ies past pyram

ids of teeth
            
With my hands 

           
on my hips

[Verse 6]
            
Oh, this idiot

             
 festival, I m

              
an these cornf

              
ields for the 


banana-growing
              
Masses getting

             
 naked on the 

            
plane, sunburn

             
ed to shit in 

    
the rain
             
Tomatoes in th

             
e missing barr

             
els all have m

et many-handed

 boys
             
With laughing 

           
brains and kno

w gorilla-fing

ered yapping d

ogs
             
The ugly kidne

              
y-needing kitt

             
en sees that e


mpty chairs
             
Want somebody

  

[Verse 7]
             
Nina isn't lis

            
tening, and sh

e's seen into 

the mouth of
             
What is really

              
 in the founta

              
in, and she's 


seen all the g

ood pigeon-lik

e
             
People shot do

       
wn and bones, 

be kicked to p

owder
            
By the insane 

     
wild horses
             
Nina, I'm not 

            
nothing but wh

en you check u

nder cabinets
    
I'm reminded s

omeone's calli

ng
             
And in every u

              
pstairs room, 

     
a dirty old ma

n is blushing
            
And the neighb

              
ours lose thei

              
r power while 

            
the music brea

     
ks a window

[Verse 8]
            
These great sp

       
irals, diagram

s, and vegetab

les
            
And talking re

              
d trees, throw

    
 it all away
             
Stupid paper g

             
ifts offered w

/            
ith both hands

     
 are sadder th

an
           
Bald-headed ha


ircut dreams
             
Sadder than th

             
e paper-flat p

             
uppy in your p

/
ath
             
Sadder than an

              
y featherless 

       
doer of math

Sadder than th

e sad

[Verse 9]
            
Microwave ever

 
ything, add to

 the puddles
            
Gimme an answe

   
r, die for bas

eball
             
Motorcycle mad

           
e of rocks eat

             
 this hotel ke

      
y and ride awa

y
             
Stuff these pa

           
pers down your

            
 pants, and do

          
 the sole surv

ivor's walk
            
Back down the 

        
way you came

[Verse 10]
             
Nina knows the

              
 reason, and s

     
he's seen into

 the mouth of
             
What it is to 

              
be a mountain,

              
 and she's see

  
n all the good

 pigeon-like
             
People shot do

             
wn and bones b


e kicked to po

wder
            
By the insane 

     
wild horses
             
Nina I'm not n

              
othing but whe

      
n you lie on t

he piano
             
I am reminded 

              
I am stupid, a

      
nd in every up

stairs room
             
The deep and s

              
miling voices 

             
shushing, kick


ing everything

 to powder
             
Throwing music

            
 out the windo

          
w

[Outro]
            
Oh

             

   
          
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