Definitely this is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon, there's a kid drinking fire
Going down to the sea, they got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves, looking out for themselves
When they ask you for credit, give them a branch
When they want you to get it, chew on the grass
I know, I know 'cause they told me to tell you
There's nothing to tell you, there's nothing to sell you
In the afternoon, riding the scapegoat
Burning equipment decomposing
Cool off your jets, take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife
When they want you to cry, leap into the sky
When they suck your mind, like a pigeon, you'll fly
I know, I know it's the positive people
Running from their time, looking for some feeling