I get by without a squeeze or a mission flyer I am trying to mind my mind And to feel like I'm organized And feeling right Now if I decided in the mornings to get real high I can tell that there's nothing like greeting a day That's breaking fresh from night I'll give you tolerance if you like life Not just your solo shot The many kinds Step one would be to recognize before the finger pointing Close your eyes This may help you to enterprise Before the finger pointing Close your eyes You will get fat if you eat the prize I am in a tragedy where trust is fucked And everything is paper walls and Shakespeare words Styrofoam eyes on hanging birds I lost my lines I lost my lines Before I sleep an hour to try The moon is polished And now it shines