We got crisis calls on a strip mall paradise We’ve got credit card bills as our only vice We got new Gods but they ain’t flying around We’ll stay underground while they build us a playground 'Cause heavens at capacity and it ain’t free, And we got no reason leave. We got concrete dogs they stay too loyal We better begin betting blood and soil We got news stations pressuring us to grow We got debts that only last as long as we owe Then they’ll send us where they think we go, And kick us out the door. We got fields of glass made to steal the sun While state forest attractions can’t find the funds We’re prescribed some pride to protect their paycheck While we purchase possessions piled up to our neck From the heavens to your home, It’s the closest you’ll ever know. We got high expectations place your hat at the door We snap dinner displays for the unhappy or poor We are living advertisements I advise you to leave Whatever you want, wear whatever you need They’ll track, and tax, and take, Then throw you out of your home. We threw out our backs trying to carry this weight While we remedy ways out this receptor maze We got plenty of problems painting with lead While the chemical food crawls and creeps in our heads, You should probably purchase medicine in the parking lot Yes it’s a sin, but that’s what you’ve been taught. We’re in a digital sea that extends miles wide Who’s to say there’s nothing still left to find With internet confessionals spilling out from all sides We sit in cathedrals with flat screens inside Researching a shooting like a natural disaster, As if the down pouring rain ain’t the answer you’re after. We got that counterfeit clock counting down til we’re dead We got tricked into thinking we’re ticking each day just for bread When the pursuit of happiness is what we’re fed We got visions of living given by skinnier men But if you’re wearing that tie, it is probably too tight. You’re living the dream you’ve often thought; We got pockets full of pixel memories, We got electric protest possibilities, We are pretty free comparatively, competitively, completely, complaisantly, Come march with me and comment straight from your phone You’ve got no choice, you have no voice no more. You think you’re doing what you want, You think you’re getting what you got, You think you’re thinking what you’ve thought, I promise you’re not. Anyone else confused by the up and down There is no revelation just by turning around 
I’m building blocks only to knock them down; Theres no hope to rebuild, Wine glass won’t refill, Nothing left to kill, Instead sit on that window sill looking out. We’re in for a storm, You could stay or you could move out. Freedom is beautiful nothing in an empty room Like St. Francis of a suburban living gloom Released from prison only to be returned too soon The results are in, Ears of fear leaning in, The spotlight clears again, Always keep up your chin in spite of doubt. Everyone’s searching for the unassisted now Karma does not care about your promised vows Redemption is a word unless you bow. Don’t ask for the divine, The sun burns your prime, Time to rewrite the bottom line, Somethings moving inside and it wants out. The kingdom of heaven scattered like a dandelion Just keep busy waiting for the punchline To be certain is to be too far from dying, You’re either here or there alone, For no one you recite your poems, Malaise becomes your home, Like a raincoat soaked to the bone in a drought. We’re in for a storm, You could be ashamed or you could be proud.

That applause must be intoxicating As you stand under the light; Breath in the money. Accusations fly like boxers hands Just itching for a fight; You better knock em dead. We all see the cards in your sleeves And the rabbit in your hat. But we keep paying for the show Time after time, and the next time after that. How many enemies made in love Have no one left to tell, Or someone else to blame? There’s no proof when there’s nothing true And scandals always sell; The benefits of fame. We don’t care about the makeup you wear That is painted on so thick. But we still sit in the front row On this amusement ride Even if it makes us all sick... Don’t you know as economy grows well Someone’s payin' the debts; What’s the deal this time? When they put your freedoms on the table I’d say better place your bets: It’s all in or nothing!

I know what I think I don’t converse with him, I don’t rehearse with him. He don’t offend me, He won’t defend me, So could you drive me home? Would you drive me home? I know what I think I don’t identify with him, I won’t stand by him. He don’t impress me, He won’t depress me, So could you drive me home? Would you drive me home? And I will never be of sound mind, Cause’ I don’t think he knows what that is. And I will never be one of sound mind, So why would I let him make my decisions? I know what I think I don’t protest him, I won’t attest for him. He can’t arrest me, He won’t suppress me, So could you drive me home? Would you drive me home? And I will never be of sound mind, Cause’ I don’t think he knows what that is. And I will never be one of sound mind, So why would I let him make my decisions? I know what I think I won’t be trusting him It’s always a must with him. He won’t believe me, He can’t conceive me, He won’t deceive me, He can’t even see me, So could you drive me home? Would you drive me home?

Leave your lover on the doorstep Wait for the mailman to pick her up to send Take her to some far away land, Stare at the picture in your hand Like you never had a chance. 'Til next week rolls around I should make more plans, Hold on to love like I’m asking for ransom Just because I can, But I’ve never been the best of friends. Now I’m tired of sleeping in late No It never feels great, even on the weekend. Some call it fate I should feel this way: I have no time to waste I'm nearing the end of my days. When tomorrow rolls around I should do it all again Make no excuses while I’m living in quicksand Just cause I can’t see The truth when it’s in front of me. It's not a matter of if, but when. No, I'm not saying that's fair; I'm only doing what i can. I'm neither here nor there, and that's where I have been My whole life. Leave your pride in the gutter Despair is his brother, like a dog follows him. But abandoning your hand of gold rings Can feel like dying Before you could ever sing. If next time ever rolls around I should take more chances Trust that my cards Are as good as the next mans’ But I always fold, Even the best of hands I’m told.

Everybody’s got some love That they refuse to share Yet, everybody’s looking for some Wondering why it ain’t there, no it ain’t fair. Everybody kept on pointing Everybody kept telling me There was some other man in my attic But that some other man was me No it can’t be, it can’t be nobody but me. Everybody went on crying Not one soul made a glance So everybody went on hiding Flying by the seat of their pants, but it’s all chance. Everybody makes their remarks Everybody says how it should be But there’s some other man whose above all that And that some other man could be me No it can’t be, it can’t be nobody but me. Everybody’s got some secrets Perhaps they’re all too proud to care That somebody must end up knowing Or else it’s like you’re hardly there, going nowhere. Everybody calls me David Everybody’s certain that it’s me But there’s some other man in my future And that some other man must be me No it can’t be, no it can’t be nobody but me.

Something thats refreshing like white wine, Something always honest like the time, Something picturesque, me and you; Well, I got nothin’ mama, I got nothin’ like that for you. Something that comes home like a dog, Something to clear up all the fog, Something like summer, bright and blue; I got nothin’ mama, I got nothin’ like that for you. Something that’s wide open like the sea, Something locked up tight without a key, Something guaranteed, tried and true; I got nothin’ mama, I got nothin’ like that for you. Something that reads you well like a book, Something free like a child’s first loving look, Something pure like spring, green and new; I got nothin’ mama, I got nothin’ like that for you.

I opened up my new eyes To neon wonders of the world Where the story of a sunrise Is a science project done in school. Look away before you go blind, Twenty five years, how they fly by; What a time to be alive. I stepped into adult life Unlimited chances at success Now failure is a concept Benefitting someone else. Mundanity, I am guilty every time, With no chance I’d stomach a charity; What a crime to be alive. You’ll open up your new eyes To an endless searching treasure hunts Where the story of the blue sky Is water colors on the run. You can’t back down from a deal with the dead, You did not even know you made instead; What a lie to be alive. So step into the sunlight Let it cleanse you like summer rain Or a shower in the morning You’ll make amends with yesterday. Life is both a blessing and a burden, Of both pleasure and of hurting, Now I am certain they are one in the same. What a thing to be alive.

It’s that inner mirror, all too clear The curious kind that grabs you by the ear Whispers sweet serenades to your fears But no, it’s not what you need to hear These are the melodies of man, not God. Well if you find that truth is all too odd That trickery, any past grace was fraud Keeping wings chained up was Sodom’s job Her daughters they were surely broads Who could sing only melodies of man, not God. But shall peace return to a cracked vase Inside with which you discover your face Only angels see through life's awful race You think they want to play but they’re on a chase For just the melodies of man, not God. Lonesome bones could crack this soul for free Of the structures being held up for me Could then the king see what he sees Without the draw of all this “not to be” But rather the melodies of man, not God. Crowned serpents bring you treasured lies Of tunes and texts thoroughly memorized To move the souls and dampen both the eyes But it can’t be no one but the man in the sky Who writes the melodies of man, not God.

Hold on tight to your horizon, Just like the portrait of a queen. The Bible fell off the highest shelf, If you know what I mean. There’s a magic trick I’m saving, but it ain’t up my sleeve, Cause’ when we turn the corner, you’ll be hard pressed to agree; With the comedy of living pretty free. There’s a black ship in the distance, A freightliner out at sea. The camera has no story left to tell, The lense is yours alone to speak. A blind man paints a picture of green controversy, Not knowing what he’s missing, not knowing he cant see; All the tragedy of living pretty free Count your blessings like the dead, Who never once thought to cheat. When the going got so rough, They could have stood on someone’s feet. It’s just a dream to walk in circles on the gridded New York street, In love with yourself in every stranger that you meet; That’s the reality of living pretty free.