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