(Sage Francis) It's to rethink every fact that is imaginable Survival instinct dwells in a past that is I happen to fast ones over the slow parole board Who likes to speak to wolves who cry sheep Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in I putting expression-less upon my face An awful waste of human skin who for Autumn to begin My fall from grace, do me in too late (I'm out of seasoning) No spring chicken, summer romance writer could win a prize It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he I change my mind more than my undergarments Abide and other nonsense I'm an who comes from Providence I am a sign God! For the parentally misguided
(And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not a If I don't know where I come How do I know to go? It's not you're from, not where you're at where your going... and I am going home (And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not a If I don't know where I come How do I know to go? It's not where from, not where you're at where your going... and I am going home...
...to The land of the lost souls Feeling the loneliness that really exists in abandoned foster homes How images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton? Framed, they're starting to look the Starting to say his name, and privileges As if found HIM! The strangest little surrounding the circle of false friendship of fire are connected at the elbow Cause they're tired, unexpectedly let go The Velcro light component that keeps there cohesive It's the music! So we give reasons to get Life to hum to kids play Red Rover? I look for weaknesses to run through With reckless abandon, they're standin', to go down The pinballs in their machine bounce abusive homes now If its or flight, they'll just choose to throw down Ain't nothing like beating a dead horse, it through a ghost town I move with no sound... I used to think I was Til stopped me mid-stride and said "I think I seen a of you..." Picture that, I said "Nah I just got one of faces next to an expiration date that changes. I kind of look familiar, my name is on the tip of your The lost on my face makes you play dumb. Say colloquial I need to get my and a feel for where I'm at but you hearin' that. They shout "freeze!" I'm a tourist by townies Who put on armies and all surrounding counties Before I bounce, I hear shout "Someone us out, PLEASE!" We're all alone in the home Killin' ourselves with the keys... Not every broken home can equipped with a fix-it man And it's a smelly once the shit hits the fan Kids stand in their circle jerks with there dicks in the sand Saying "FUCK THE WORLD" cause aint got no girl But who do think I am? Think again, I'm not that quick to ahead of time I'm two steps behind their schedule, they pretend to have my mind I think just misread the lines in the palm of my hand Cause, they're random scars from slap boxin' with landlords I ran with the dogs till I realized they were all bitch once the dog catcher caught up Forced into trucks, up, put to sleep in the pound Being an orphan sucks, but I'm through with sneaking I see my frown up on street lights And telephone poles, from what show it seems like I never grow old, from what they it seems like I never go home, and that seem right they won't let me grow...
And this is some go to avoid the and the noise of subways introverted, unemployed and unshaved I feel rewarded offering a fee that I know no one will pay
And is where some go to avoid the sunrays and the noise of introverted, unemployed and unshaved I've got multiple personalities and my children are runaways
(And I know...) is not an ocean, not an island, not a road If I know where I come from How do I know to go? It's not where from, not where you're at where your going... and I am going home... To the land of the lost Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned homes
I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee I know no one will pay I've got multiple personalities and my inner children are I rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got multiple personalities and my inner are runaways I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee I know no one will pay I've got multiple personalities and my inner are runaways... (kids shouting end)