It's such a dream-like view from the ceiling where every feeling is a part of he fall.
Kneeling out on the front lawn, rise to occasions, gra** stains and all.
Exactly where we are, at the center for holy wars, I hope it never comes down again.
Floating in the air, with the stars of holy wars, I hope it never comes down again.
Nearly but never arrested, but oh Contessa, asleep in the stall,
Still you somehow have bested the other contestants, gra** stains and all.
Because hope grows greener than gra** stains.
Hope grows greener than gra** stains.