Can't think a straight line beyond the hill It seems like a mountain next to an ocean behind A thrill almost in my reach If there's a way I could Feel the face of intelligence I'm a man, I would understand What a good head says...you're no me Can't see the forest for all The green, it all gets in my way Can't dig a desert without The need for old religion, for holy grails And a Jesus nail through the head For all the pain and misguided faith My mind erased before I had time To waste my afternoon Every thirty days a light goes on
And brightens my backyard a yellow Dying sun I bite my tongue and swallow pride and blood On some other plane I have Become affected drawn and strange I'm inclined to blame My Mother for dressing me like a girl I don't know maybe that's kind of weird A teenage breakdown without the will Or without thinking Taking low roads and coloured pills Always searching Maybe then I would find A place in this mess It swells a vein that the only things That are keeping me awake Are re-runs of the Mod Squad and cartoons