Brother, you look like the Taj Mahal
One colossal dome above you
And the smell of something other
A pillar and a scimitar
A little…
Yes, I miss you like a formless hide
Stretching over me and dangled
From the coastguard in a chopper
The scaffold of me all awry
A little...
Broke your shoulder on the library steps
Hanging 'round there in the dark
Just doing nothing or whatever
What do you mean you saw the stars?
You little...
I could write it in a murder font
I could say it in a way
That would be lying or whatever
I don't want them to tell us apart!
You say that I'm an overlord?
I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant
In watery blasts than all of my past!
You seen me on the bridge a lot
But I never leapt over the pent upper
My number is up, my number is up
But infinite and joyless little high fives
Are singing "Praise the Lord"
And "Pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?"
And "You matter not, and you matter not"
And is it the flogging of a Flintstone
That I'm supposed to be?
The cerebellum get schooling, and no schooling
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on
(Teach me how to hold)
And I don't wanna make a scene
I don't wanna think about the
Third world hunger or whatever
Cause thinking always comes across
A little...
There's a meeting of the worlds tonight
Right above my head, a miracle
The sun erupt forever
I barely ever raise my eyes
A little
(Teach him how to hold!)
And oh, I wanna make the peace
And God I gotta be on
The train past the ruins
The wall and the druids, oh please
I'm whining like a breaking bus
Maybe I can sit here and do
Nothing clever with a laser
I'm not about to open up!
You say that I'm an overlord?
I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant
In watery blasts than all of my past!
You seen me on the bridge a lot
But I never leapt over the pent upper
My number is up, my number is up
But infinite and joyless little high fives
Are singing "Praise the Lord"
And "Pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?"
And "You matter not, and you matter not"
And is it the flogging of a Flintstone
That I'm supposed to be?
The cerebellum get schooling, and no schooling
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on
My number is up, my number is up
Earth
I take a long time
To learn about the big one
Gorilla limb swipe and beat
And I learn nil about Earth
Remember how men
Would understand the heavens
But leaving those streetlights on
You can't see nothing there
So learn me anything good
Teach me something that works
I take a long time
To learn about the big one
Gorilla limb swipe and beat
And I learnt dick about Earth
Remember good men
Would understand the heavens
And leaving those streetlights on
A ghost dark hemisphere Earth
I take a long time
To learnt about the big one
Gorilla limb swipe and beat
And I learn dick about Earth
Remember, good man
You understand the heavens
But leaving those streetlights on?