Reality is pretty funny
Between the strains and pains
And hunger pangs
And people who think bangs still look good
When they never did
Not even in the eighties

I've just been looking for happiness
And I found it in the most unlikeliest of places
A morbid place of loss and sorrow
Called Burger King
I bought some onion rings
And they were crispy enough!!!!!

Still I lose
Still I hold onto
What I never held in the first place
And I lose my faith
And I lose my hope
But I still find a place for humor

I still laugh

And I'm the king
Who you want to be
I'll have empty hands and empty pockets
But everything is mine

So grab those onion rings
With both hands
And let the crispness guide you

God is on the pavement
It's a chalk outline that is drawn
Around the city
And from every corner of my mind
The jaws of hell are closing in

And I cannot help but wonder
As I wander
As my feet created in an image
I never could attain
Carry me from station to station

God is love
And where has all the love gone?
It was replaced by parking lots
Strip malls and strip mines
God is in the nature
Man destroys

I am on the pavement
Bleeding out
Just like god did before me
Sometimes you have to admit
The battles lost

Let the war still rage on