Ir I'd lay down on an escalator, would you step on me?
Just a rug, tired of hugs and relaxation
I've given up on my autobiography
Cold coffee and a pillow, days that feel slow, are enough for me
If I gave in to the corporate tactics, would you say that I jeopardized all that I once believed in?
Ha come untied, Teddy Roosevelt - "I cannot speak softy"
Cold coffee and a pillow, days that feel slow, are enough for me
Do you ever think about the future, what holds those invisible sutures together?
Is the doctor in?
Whatever happened to spontaneity?
That's my deity and I'm in charge of me
So let's see how far we can walk with our eyes closed
Each step raises the bar of uncertainty
But fortunately, our feet are wheels that ride the maze
That is my life, my hours, my days
That is my life, my hours, my days
Let's take the escalator up
We've been living in a cup that's China-made
I drank the kool-aid I paid too much for
ANd more is just a bore of plastic happiness
Let's get rid of the rest of this
Twist yourself to hear the truth
Your laundry list is so uncouth of things been checked off, forgotten, or left off
And all the lights you never turned off and I'm the man who pays
That is my life, my hours my days
That is my life, my hours, my days
If I-I-I-I-I-I-I, if I lay down
If I-I-I-I-I-I-I, if I lay down
Would you pick me up?
Would you pick me or would you step on me?
We're out of toilet paper again
And all this talk about the end is eating me up
Would you please shut up?
We've had enough of the apocalypse
And it's making me sick and I cannot predict the ending of my favorite show
Or was it a book in slow motion?
Like Captain Cook on the Indian Ocean, eaten alive
And great history lies in you and I think that's okay
That is my life, my hours, my days
That is my life, my hours, my days
That is my life, my hours, my days