We can fly if we want to.
Borrowed another cup of sugar from the neighbor,
That's at least the sixth one this week.
Licked the dust off the mirror, even though I hate the flavor.
My reflection looks like it could use a break,
But that's another seven years bad luck.
Tearing the wings off of flies in hotel rooms,
When I get home I've got so many lies to tell you.
I've got a bird's eye view through a fish eye lens,
For the love of god, someone cut me down.
I found jesus in a six dollar syringe,
A hypodermic railway spike messiah.
He told me to lick that diamond dust off the mirror
And follow the tracks until i found the train.
We can fly if we want to, but only straight down.
I think we're almost at the ground floor now.