So sad to see the students of history
Who have seen even charity cause misery
And Rome seemed so close I could've sworn it was kissin' me
Now even dictionaries seem dishonest
It's sad to see p**nographers get self-conscious
And your father fixes dinner while your mother breaks a promise
Even s** in public is predictable
And the highway headin' west is sarcastic and cynical
And what we never lost will never be re-winnable
Singin' oh do I think too much?
Singin' oh do I think too much?
Even the faithful-hearted are suspicious
So sad to see congregations get promiscuous
But I suppose describin' heaven has always been a thrivin' business
Some swear they will triumph in their weakness
Or at least inherit the world through their meekness
And even I just turn to vomit, so road sick and speechless
Singin' oh do I think too much?
Singin' oh do I think too much?
So it's time to say that good enough is terrible
And give your little story to the great black parable
It's time to bet your life on a love that's unbearable
So we tip toed pa**ed the curfew and the constable
We're off to find a God that is possible
Reluctantly we turned and left our dead in the hospital
Singin' oh do I think too much?
Singin' oh do I think too much?