God's Great Gumball Machine

Father, they burn your home for more cinder.
Well I'll never tell a soul what I never saw.
My mother's garden grows a bit quicker.
The river, it spills from our heads a bit sinister
Hold your head higher please, and don't make a scene like you mean to
Just play in your pretty band and remember to breath
Oh Lord, you live inside my head tonight
And we couldn't stay this way without you
So love the machine, and cover me with your hot steam.
Call all your big friends and their big fantasies
Hold your head higher please and don't make a scene like you mean to
Just play in your beautiful band and remember to breath
Down, down, down you go, jab another poison apple down your throat and you sing
Well it comes goes through ten or twenty golden microphones and you sing
Night after night after, night after nine to five
Night after night after, nine to five every night.
Bah bah bah bah da.
The party stops, and you're left on the rocks and I can't feel a freezing stitch.
Oh the train man says he's pulling the brake to meet you on your wedding day.
She's the cute rose hip, the principle bitch, and won't bleed for no one's sins.
Does the sad soul know how to get on the road?
Well, we don't need no holy ghost.
Just then he fell in front of me!
(How did you know? How did you know?)
Screaming foreign obscenities.
(I just can't stand to watch you fall)
Whatever might become of me?
(Where do you go? Where do you go?)
They'll cut you off below the knees.
(How do you keep yourself composed?)
Through automated machines that make me breath
Call all your big friends and their gigantic fantasies
Father they crush your soul for more silver.
Mother, they break your heart and swallow it whole.
I don't see the safety in jumping from that balcony
Night after night after night after nine to five
Night after night after nine to five every night.