Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite
That beams me home

Cruel, this is killing me!
Cruel, this is killing me!

Such a pretty house
And such a pretty garden

When I'm like this
How can you be smiling, singing?
How can you be sure?
How can you be sure?

We hope that you choke, that you choke
We hope that you choke, that you choke

While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions, a delicate balance

We hope that you choke, that you choke
We hope that you choke, that you choke

Here it comes, here it comes
I can feel the hills exploding
Exploding gracefully
Burning up the freeway
Here it comes

And now I know just what it is
It's got disease and it's got my head
It always runs where I hide

Killer cars
Killer cars
Killer cars
Killer cars

Mother Mary, come to me
For I am a wicked child
I've sinned and I am so confused
And I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child

Your alarm bells, your alarm bells
Shadows blue and red, shadows blue and red
Your alarm bells, your alarm

Plastic bag, middle class
Polyethylene
Decaffeinate, unleaded
Keep all surfaces clean

But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

Run until your lungs are sore
Until you cannot feel it anymore
Run until your lungs are sore
Until you find an open door

Do you see light
At the end of the tunnel? At the end of the tunnel?
Do you see light
(These are things that get on my nerves)

I was born for your magazine, for your magazine
I am trapped in the society page of your magazines, of your magazine
I don't know what it means

Grass is green at the edge of the bubble
Beautiful kids into beautiful trouble
Well it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you
Oh baby, burn

That's it, sir, you're leaving (Rain down)
The crackle of pigskin (Rain down)
The dust and the screaming (Come on, rain down)
The yuppies networking (On me)
The panic, the vomit (From a great height)
The panic, the vomit (From a great height)

God loves his children

Think I've told you once
Think I needed advice
You were such a help, that's very nice
Think I've been here before
Yes, I've been here before
But this time I kick down your door

We've got heads on sticks and you've got ventriloquists
We've got heads on sticks and you've got ventriloquists

You follow me around
You follow me around
You follow me around
You follow me around

Na-da-da-da-da-da
Na-da-da-da-da-da, yeah
Na-da-da-da-da-da
Na-da-da-da-da-da, yeah

And yes, I am wary
Yes, I am
I am

After years of waiting, nothing came
As your life flashed before your eyes
You realize
I'm a reasonable man
Get off, get off, get off my case
I'm a reasonable man
Get off my case, get off my case

Easy tumble, easy fall
Easy rumble, easy doll
I get up on easy love
I get up on easy questions

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

Oh, I try to sing along
I get it all wrong
'Cause I'm not
'Cause I'm not

Up on the ladder
We're all tied to a stake
Up on the ladder
We wait for your mistake

Full of holes
Check for pulse
Blink your eyes
One for yes
Two for no

It's such a beautiful day
It's such a beautiful day
Go up to the mic, go up to the mic
Go and get some wings

And yes, I am wary
Yes, I am
I am