This Is The Scenic Route

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.