This was the year he fell to pieces and ironically this was the year when more people then he knew even existed scrambled to put him back together again and as they tried
they didn't notice that he was smilin 'no pun intended.
what have you become?
not allowed to kick the feet up and
ground control, ground control
we found a hole in your theory
and when the sand sieves the land looks more human.
it's got me questioning the essence of my farm boy blus
I never wore the fashions of the know-what-I'm-doin'
but there won't be no alarm when we sound up the movement
a river runs through it until I'm made outta fluids
my fathers name is Art and my name's Pride
and while my destiny reads the recipe for confusion
I'm lookin for whoever writes so empty inside
as the paneling comes unglued
I'm averaging a camel every hour as a substitute for food
keep this one for St.Regis and this for Mirabel
and kick this one here for me and my spiro complex