The World that pours over you,
waiting for a ride.Saw you at the supermarket
shopping for a lime.And all these businesses
I'm... just tryin to succeed.They let poor lambs hand it
Bam beatSee God in the air?
Nah, he's a man in the end.Uh Well he's child of God,
Yeah well he's windowpane that opens up and let summer wind in.You are that Christmas ornament I left on the bench.
The million times you wore the sympathy through the trench.When them bombs were half of our head.
No heading and all, no head at all.See, I had to wake in the shack will cover the days
to get the wake at a stop-in and some pane.
Throwed in some booms, half of my brain.
No joke at all, it's not a joke at all.See, the world was zooming, zooming, zoo-woman.
I'd have paid him god, at least twice. How nice.See, I aint the man I am, nah.
I ain't the man I was.They'll teach you can't do the walk a mile.
They'll teach your past, you understand.I - I - I ain't the man I am.
No, no I ain't the man I was.Can't teach your past to walk a line,
Can't teach future to understand
before the nothing and the summer wind end.