- Recorded:2011 Meth Beach - Philadelphia, PA
- ©2012 Anti Inc.
I put on my clothes like a body-
guard. I put the dogs on
patrol I my own back yard. I don’t
wanna fight but I’m constantly
ready and don’t rock the boat
but it’s always unstead. There’s
an elephant in my head and I
tiptoe around it. There are egg-
shells on the floor therefore I
never touch the groung. It’s like
that old black hole. No matter how
you try, you set out each day
never to arrive.
I’ve got my eyes on the prize but
T looks just like a mystery and
It all goes by on the lonesome
trail to victory. I’m drawin the
blinds, I got my own four walls.
Man, the show really starts once
the curtain falls. Take this thors
from my side. Fixthis chip on my
shoulder. Time is racing with the
clock and I ain’t getting any older.
It’s like that old black hole. No
matter how you try. You set out
each day, never to arrive.
I put on my finest thread. I wrap
up my body tight. With the sun in
my eyes I step into the night. Like
the mystery in the dark, it’s just
another kind of light. I don’t expect
you to believe me but everything is
alright. I don’t make rules for a
living. I don’t do tricks for a dime.
I was born on a good day. Deaf, dumb
and blind. Who am I to tell the truth?
I know how to say it but I know that
I can show you.
I tie my boots up tight and I head
straight for bed. There’s a pistol
crystal underneath my pillow.
There’s a tender heart inside that
ugly armadillo, “these are tears
of joy” cried the weeping willow.
There’s a spirit in the air and
there ain’t no way around it . I
was not prepared to lose it on the moment that I found it.
It’s like that old black hole.
No matter how you try, you set
out each day, never to arrive.