Pixies - Newfoundland lyrics

[Intro] A lot of people keep asking me if I'm going to apply myself when I go back to school next September It's such a stupid question I mean, how do you know what you're going to do until you do it? The answer is, you don't I swear it's a stupid question [Verse 1: Ghosta Rhack] Hello, Jonathan, hey, are you listening? ... Sorry, the repetition's just not too interesting What were you saying? Am I ready to go back swinging? I know I'm supposed to but I guess that's unconvincing See, I took a year off to do some self reflection But what were you expecting? Some kind of resurrection? Or for me to achieve perfection at the end of the corridor? Naw, nothing ever changes, except, everything does, sorta Or maybe the pieces just rearrange their order And spread into our heads like a contagious disorder And they say you're almost there, if you just keep on treading water But we're all being led along like lambs to the slaughter So be brutally honest, Doc, and shoot from the hip Am I off my rocker? Am I just losing my grip? Or am I ill-equipped to function? My ticket's not round trip But here we are right where we started like a Möbius strip [Bridge] Memory plays tricks on you with age After all these years, I don't even know what's real anymore [Verse 2: Prairie Dogg] Alright, nice delivery, but you're being melodramatic Don't be so jittery, you're acting like an addict It's only natural that you feel so afraid But you're being irrational in your avoidance of change You want things to be tractable and easily explained But it's impractical to give up just cause things aren't arranged You have these expectations so deeply ingrained Things either work out perfect or you think you're insane At the slightest delay, you break down and run away You get off the train and out of the game And I know that you can see you're only holding yourself back You could really succeed if you could only just melt that attitude of yours And buck up [Bridge] [Verse 3: Ghosta Rhack] Right, I've heard all of the rules before, and ok, I guess I will Take another stab at school, so call me Alex Hrbial But the fact remains that you're all still in denial And I'm trying to refrain from judgment but I'm calling a mistrial Cause you're involuntarily burying a slew of suicidal tendencies Idly biding your time until you can't stand to be alive, and the Only consolation, you can't wait for, it's the sweet embrace of d**h you need But you can't say it, like inpatients of tonsillectomies Wait a second, this situation needs a bit of levity Or redirection. Do I even understand what I believe? Memory dredging, identity questioning I try to hide behind some kind of guise of self-consistency I'm not the same as I was at other times in history I don't mean to sound pretentious, I'm not talking solipsistically I just mean that the future doesn't seem so black and white to me ... Nurse, we've got ourselves a basket case to put it mildly