Some days you're the dog
Some days you're the hydrant

She's a Waltzing Matilda
Says her life is a lie
Says she'd like to be married here
And these are the days of her life

Says she ain't in no hurry oh no
And you know that's alright
Saw her mother in fusion dear
Like suicide for the rest of your life

Says she ain't in no trouble oh no
And you know that's a lie
Says she knows of your future here
Like suicide for the rest of your life

Says she's looking for action oh boy,
And you know that's alright
Black stockings and high heels
That red lipstick drives me wild

She's a Waltzing Matilda
Says her life is a lie
Says she knows of your future here
Like suicide for the rest of your life

The times are strange but sweet, they ought to be
Coffee shops, Atomic submarines
Lonely people sit and talk to me
It’s just another day

Waiting with my phone, it never rings
TV’s plastic personality
Emulate the Star’s that I have seen
And dance my reggae sway
And dance my reggae sway

Politics are really meaningless
Morals give you thoughts you can confess
Talk is cheap, but fun at very best
Leaves me in disarray

These are the systems of dysfunction
Likely to bring about destruction
And like you we seek compassion
But sometimes it doesn’t happen

A busy day those shoppers have their needs
They behave sometimes their nice to me
To reach out and touch is blasphemy
I won’t remember their names

A joke or smile it means a lot to me
Shattered people hide their agony
Is love real it’s better to believe
And dance my reggae sway
And dance my reggae sway

The times are strange but sweet they ought to be
A lonely soul once tried to talk to me
I was tired feeling empty Lord
And now they’ve gone away
And now they’ve gone away

What would you do if your world were blue
You're down and out as the limousine passes you
What will you do when your dreams all fall through
And who will you blame for your sadness and your gloom?

I tell you, you can do anything you want at all!

And in the dark of the very next room
Asthmatic gunshots, those sirens in tune
Pull your self up by the bootstraps and all
They say you're going down, but the writings here on the walls

I tell you, you can do anything you want at all!

That pounding sound, at the door or my head?
Start dancing now or soon you'll be dead
Then you can rise, your eyes beaming instead
Candlewax tease as you're tied down in bed

I tell you, you can do anything you want at all!

You've got to write it
You've got to ride it
You've got a right
You've got the will

You've got to fight it
You've got to like it
You've got to try it
You must do well

He was a paranoid
He was a schizoid
He thought he was living on an asteroid
Until he went to the policeman's ball

He still believes in Sigmund Freud
He's feeling guilty since he was a boy
He was a paranoid
Until he went to the policeman's ball

When he doesn't think he's been acting right
He's sure he'll be attacked at night
Looking at people with such fear in is eyes
It's a wonder that he ever survives

He was a paranoid

On the streets of the West Bank
The game was nearly finished
I am in other rooms
People are talking while battles are being lost!
A great pool of darkness opens
And an invitation comes to fall and fall

If this life is blowing your mind
And confusion's all around
And if you just, don't know where to go

Proceed to the Lobby
The Ant like creatures will meet you there
Program you for a brave new world
Ask me why, but I really don't care
What you thought and who you were

Proceed to the Lobby!

Painless, it was the word of the day
Grateful, for the endorphins they gained
Angels, swing down with leather above
Shock-waves, roaring in chemical love

The slaves that I whip are chained to the steeple
I am the Church of the Chemical People