I can't wait to change my shape
To a sober man who understands
Interactions are too much for me
And I’m old news before I hit the streets
I'm in heaven
It rains here all the time
And...You’re still dead
Insolent sparrow burns up my lawn
The orchestra's jaded but who could you blame
So lying's the style now; well I've got the notion
So bring on the curse now, bring on the gift
Son, go outside and be a man
Man, go to hell and be a snake
I'll tell you for real, that trip isn't there
I'm in heaven
It rains here all the time
Instead....we're all dead.

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