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Can`t think a straight line beyond the hill

It seems like a mountain next to an ocean behind

A thrill almost in my reach

If there`s a way I could

Feel the face of intelligence

I`m a man, I would understand

What a good head says...you`re no me

Can`t see the forest for all

The green, it all gets in my way

Can`t dig a desert without

The need for old religion, for holy grails

And a Jesus nail through the head

For all the pain and misguided faith

My mind erased before I had time

To waste my afternoon



Every thirty days a light goes on

And brightens my backyard a yellow

Dying sun

I bite my tongue and swallow pride and blood

On some other plane I have

Become affected drawn and strange

I`m inclined to blame

My Mother for dressing me like a girl

I don`t know maybe that`s kind of weird



A teenage breakdown without the will

Or without thinking

Taking low roads and coloured pills

Always searching

Maybe then I would find

A place in this mess

It swells a vein that the only things

That are keeping me awake

Are re-runs of the Mod Squad and cartoons

Can`t think a straight line beyond the hill

It seems like a mountain next to an ocean behind

A thrill almost in my reach

If there`s a way I could

Feel the face of intelligence

I`m a man, I would understand

What a good head says...you`re no me

Can`t see the forest for all

The green, it all gets in my way

Can`t dig a desert without

The need for old religion, for holy grails

And a Jesus nail through the head

For all the pain and misguided faith

My mind erased before I had time

To waste my afternoon



Every thirty days a light goes on

And brightens my backyard a yellow

Dying sun

I bite my tongue and swallow pride and blood

On some other plane I have

Become affected drawn and strange

I`m inclined to blame

My Mother for dressing me like a girl

I don`t know maybe that`s kind of weird



A teenage breakdown without the will

Or without thinking

Taking low roads and coloured pills

Always searching

Maybe then I would find

A place in this mess

It swells a vein that the only things

That are keeping me awake

Are re-runs of the Mod Squad and cartoons

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