My God I think I threw up I've got a river filled with dollars Who connect to the words in my gut And the poet is hanging out in the back He's doing things that he can never take back It's a condition I tried, it's not us It's not us My God Did you really give up? Do you live inside the people The people with all that stuff You got a motorcar crash in the sea You got idols making lists where they've been I speak about it in dreams It's not a holding pattern baby, just wait and see Are you dreaming? What are you dreaming about now? Do you believe me? Who are you going to believe now? Are you dreaming? What are you dreaming about now? Don't believe me? Who's going to believe me now? Dreaming What are you dreaming about now? 'Cause I forgot My God I think I threw up I got a river filled with dollars Who connect to the words in my gut It's not us It's not us It's not us No, it's not us