I use a lot of lip balm in this desert town
Chk-a-pow
Reek of Listerine
I wipe sweat from my brow
Oh, how can I confess
My crimes?
Oh, how can I confess
My crimes
When I believe I've done nothing wrong?
Words and symbols for me have flexible meanings
Malleable is the code that defines my world
Gunplay in the distance as I laze around
Mumbled wow
My piano is my puzzle
But I won't solve it in a day
Oh, how can I confess
My crimes?
Oh, how can I confess
My crimes
When I believe I've done nothing wrong?
There is a maze of feelings inside of me
But I know this to be holy and true
The purpose of grass is to be cut
And the purpose of cholla is to cut you
