Ever wonder why there's an end to it? Clockwise slipping down a clogged drain In that period two dimensions out of three Tried to fit it like a broken chain The mirror can't explain to the crowd Just how the con went down Tonight's act is in a double lined garbage bag For your pleasure with a top hat and cane In the quicksand you're on land and you're offshore In the quicksand, it's on land and offshore Ever wonder why people disappear? Sucked under by the day's tight undertow A thick accumulation of boredom and fear On a raft made out of rotten sticks Caught on a sea of bad risks Catch it soon, is that the seventh wave Don't dawdle over twice tried failures Have you ever seen how those wolves behave? Quicksand you're on land and you're offshore Quicksand you're on land and you're offshore Ever wonder why there's a house that sits As empty as the day that someone finished building it? Birds on the highway, rat on the porch They're singing to the people who used to live next door They don't answer that phone anymore And the quicksand you're on land and you're offshore The quicksand you're on land and you're offshore The quicksand you're on land and you're offshore Offshore Offshore