I'm a schizophrenic poem swimming laps in a ballpoint pen
I'm just a little shy of knowing the differences between me and them
I wake in the light of another gray sky sunrise
One more faded shade of tragedy to transcend

I'm calculating the distance between bed and bath
The benefits of good oral hygiene and the uselessness of math
I'm a willing heiress to my own demise
I trespass on bits of sorrow lashed end to end

I want to feel like there is more to this
Than a pocketful of days strung up
Like cheap tinsel on a dying tree
Cheap tinsel on a dying tree

God skipped town with a suitcase full of deodorant spray and chewing gum
So it's hard to have faith in anything even the saviors on the run
Ever since that day we looked into the sky
Heard buy canned cream corn, plastic wrap, bottled water and bb guns

I want to feel like there is more to this
Than a pocketful of days strung up
Like cheap tinsel on a dying tree
Cheap tinsel on a dying tree

We're all Republicans in training or so it seems
Another generation of muscle for the American machine
But remember what Mary Jones said about changin' the scene
Your voice is more powerful than CNN and ABC
Open your mouths and scream

Writer : OWEN, MARK/HEYWARD, NICK
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing