Slow moving manics
Dance more frantic
When they know
They don't got a nickel to spare

Aware of the hair
Missing but still fair
Where women make love
God watching from above

So late now
Yes so late it is now
Love gone and away
I couldn't stay

You talk to me
And you write to me
As if you truly knew
Every ****** thing

That is the thing
That I just can't seem to understand
That is the ****
That made me give the final nod

Who are these people
Among the desert steeple?
Do they pray for themselves
Or is there truly someone else?

Money made me do somethings
While passion some others
Irresponsibility is guilt
Cast down from the man wearing the stilts

Believe in the sleeve
Of the beggar shaking next to you
For he can see
What we'll all soon be

These promises of luck
Or handed out
From the ten eyed ghosts
That have never felt the ****

The vacuum of morticians
Piling body after body
All covered in mud
Obsessed with this drive called love

House with a machine
That translates that into this
Get out of my house machine
I need life to believe