Watch your head, take cover It's raining pleasantries It'll mess up your hair Your cookout, your street fair Your girlfriend, your phone calls just Don't mean much to me Compulsive obsession with things Your fashion, elections Your vision and excrement People, diversions and depth Low rent, frail insides Painted on dense reinforced skin Protecting me Can't let, can't let go of me Can't let, can't let go of everybody Can't let, can't let's go for me Can't let, can't let's leave Your hobbies, collections Your lifestyles and bed room sets Don't mean much to me Unthinking allegiance to thieves Your meth lab, your dildos Kaballah and yoga class People, places and things Nouns, verbs, false cognates Language abuse, innuendo Word, interrupt Can't let, can't let go of me Can't let, can't let go of everybody Can't let, can't let's go for me Can't let, can't let's leave You messed up my hair Can't, you dreamt us from each others minds Can't, if perception defines You just made that up and now your problem is mine And now your dismal outlook we've shared This song will show your tired point to be wrong And prove to all the world that I'm here And you're there and they're there and we are Bullshit Architect Our secret pontiff, the oil peaks I read that today Cold fusion, hooray Tomorrow, if not something else