Three Car Garage

My god how far can baby burn the noose And what course my god to turn his wailing loose in And I've been to the bottom of the well Where he yearns and despairs Cause I have my own and I can tell There's nothing there It's a delusion babe It's just a movement made In such a ruinous way You're traveling Who'll say what shape we children bend the rules in What way oh babe, no space to spare the truth in And I've been to the ragged humble hole Where you learned your word babe Three car garage and a swimming pool And nothing to say It's a delusion babe It's just a movement made In such a ruinous way You're traveling I've been brought up clean and organized I've been each december satisfied I've had wishes granted, none denied I've been flown down south and disney-fied I've sailed twenty seas in deep denial On a million frequent flier miles Ran a gauntlet built of grocery aisles And a walking wall of guilt and bile Tell me, are you not the same as me? Did you pay your dues in little league? Did you wash your hands of blood and greed And stumble back in times of need You are clever imitations mined from photographs and dvds You are subtle repetitions tied to 32-inch plasma screens It's a delusion babe