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