Brother, you look like the Taj Mahal

One colossal dome above you and the smell of something other

A pillar and a scimitar, a little

Yes, I miss you like a formless hide

Stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopper

The scaffold of me all awry, you little

Broke your shoulder on the library steps

Hanging 'round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever

What do you mean you saw the stars? You little

And I could write it in a murder font

I could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever

I don't want them to tell us apart

You say that I'm an overlord?

I've got myself a fire hydrant with more tyrant

In watery blasts than all of my past

You seen me on the bridge a lot

But I never leapt over the pent upper

My number is up, my number is up

But infinite and joyless little high-fives are singing, "Praise the Lord"

And "Pitter-patter this schooling? Is this schooling?"

And "You matter not, and you matter not"

And is it the flogging of the Flintstone that I'm supposed to be?

The cerebellum get schooling and no schooling

The drummer goes on, the drama goes on

Teach me how to hold

And I don't wanna make a scene

I don't wanna think about the third-world hunger or whatever

'Cause thinking always comes across a little

And there's a meeting of the worlds tonight

Right above my head, a miracle, the sun erupt forever

I barely ever raise my eyes a little (Teach him how to hold!)

And oh, I wanna make the peace

And God, I gotta be on the train past the ruins

The wall and the druids, oh, please

I'm whining like a braking bus

Maybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laser

I'm not about to open up

You say that I'm an overlord?

I've got myself a fire hydrant with more tyrant

In watery blasts than all of my past

You seen me on the bridge a lot

But I never leapt over the pent upper

My number is up, my number is up

But infinite and joyless little high-fives are singing, "Praise the Lord"

And "Pitter-patter this schooling? Is this schooling?"

And "You matter not, and you matter not"

And is it the flogging of the Flintstone that I'm supposed to be?

The cerebellum get schooling and no schooling

The drummer goes on, the drama goes on

The drummer goes on, the drama goes on

My number is up, my number is up

(There's a matter approaching

There's a matter approaching)

Earth

I take a long time

To learn about the big one

Gorilla limb swipe and beat

And I learn nil about Earth

Remember how men

Would understand the heavens?

But leaving those streetlights on

You can't see nothing there (Eh!)

(There's a matter approaching)

So learn me anything good (Eh!)

(There's a matter approaching)

And teach me something that works

I take a long time

To learn about the big one

Gorilla limb swipe and beat

And I learn dick about Earth

Remember good men

Would understand the heavens?

And leaving those street lights on

A ghost dark hemisphere Earth

I take a long time

To learn about the big one

Gorilla limb swipe and beat

And I learn dick about Earth

Remember, good man

You understand the heavens

But leaving those street lights on?