Aliens

Stuck in the weeds with your concrete boots Blowing bubbles with the carp 'cause they're just like you Introduced, overused and persuaded by price Hid behind stacks of paper like a democratic landslide Unabashed, unashamed, safe on the island Terra Madre; silent asylum You still complain that you'll rent 'til you die And you get so sad and you get so high and (You get so sad and you get so high and) (You won't change, but you keep on trying) Microwave overcook turn to mush fill it up Wash your hands parabens kill your pets take a look at yourself You were young might grow old have a son Then it starts tattooed names dedicating 5 days Cycles that were born in the Industrial Age Now you're running late 'cause they're not running the trains Some poor soul jumped she had her eyes on God She had coffee to wake up then booze to drift off Am I lucky? Am I sad? I have problems? Are they bad? I get sick, bulk billed, I get empty, get filled But no I don't do nothing, I'm a cog, I'm a button Little corporate springboard with a western landlord You get so sad and you get so high and You won't change, but you keep on trying You get so sad and you get so high and You won't change So when I cross my heart and hope to die You can tell me all the reasons why Why I lock my eyes and stand up straight And fight just like a heavyweight So when your coffin calls, the years fly by You clutch the things that kept you waiting I'm hitchin' a ride with the aliens Just tell me we're going home You get so sad and you get so high and You won't change, but you keep on trying