Jesus Christ I'm sorry, I didn't see you there
Glare at me hard like the years hadn't pa**ed
I guess that we could talk, sort this trouble out
But there's you with your screw loose
And me with my sobs
Hanging there so cold
From a rod that simply broke
How could you think
That your friends here would not choke?
The mess that we created
A bitter voyage to harm
You with your habits
And me with my drums
Where's that desert isle
Pacific free and wild
Palm trees to shade
From the horrors that we made?
We'd end up eating each other
Like Ralph and Piggy and Roger
We'd let out the fire
There's no one here in charge
The mess that we created
A bitter voyage to harm
You with your habits
And me with my drama
Jesus Christ I'm sorry, I didn't see you there
Glare at me hard like the years hadn't pa**ed
Hadn't pa**ed