There's a World Container, with your name on it, and a billion ways to go berserk; The world is yours, get excited, go have a good time
When the Country quits on you, it must be dinner, and the Himmler on this one is there's no dessert; When your people turn your back on you, you're done (like dinner) and the worst part (Himmler, who enabled Hitler and engineered the Holocaust on his behalf) is there's no dessert (no next chance.) - so be careful when you're going berserk
He's the one who couldn't imagine, all the people living life in peace; again, he's the one with no imagination, no love for peace or humanity, and again - he's the worst.
Good news, you get to vanish, go to Cleveland, be an indie smash; if you've pissed everyone off, you can hide and make a new life (as a small-time rock star ;)
The good news is now you're smaller (less visible) the bad news is you can be smaller than that (don't screw it up again)
Go suck some souls, be a reader, get used, laugh at a funeral or two; experience life, and even make an ass of yourself
Laugh and laugh 'till all the chameleons turn black (when even the people who "go with the flow" and put up with everything turn against you) laugh and laugh 'till they say "please don't come back" (no interpretation needed, IMHO)
Then fake incredulous, say "I just can't believe, how'd it get this late so early?"; finally get embarrassed and overcompensate.
Say "Ain't life a grand, and I'm in awe of y'all"; continue to bluster with embarrassment, talk like an ass to distract from the situation
Drop into your haunted bunk; go home where it's safe... but all the memories of past mistakes live
Go to the touchless times, out where the water's drying; I don't know. I don't get this one at all.
Go past the "no attractions past this point" sign; every fun park, show, or organization has a point past which only those who work there are meant to go, behind the scenes. Go past the facade and illusions in life, past what people are showing you, and
What you'll find here are all flaws in progress (all of us, every one) where all songs are one song and that song is "don't forget."; we all want to feel like we're making an impact on the world around us like we're important to the world and existence, and we all cry out for recognition and acceptance. We're all flaws in progress, and we all want to be remembered.
There's a World Container, with your name on it, and a billion ways to go berserk; The world is yours, get excited, go have a good time When the Country quits on you, it must be dinner, and the Himmler on this one is there's no dessert; When your people turn your back on you, you're done (like dinner) and the worst part (Himmler, who enabled Hitler and engineered the Holocaust on his behalf) is there's no dessert (no next chance.) - so be careful when you're going berserk He's the one who couldn't imagine, all the people living life in peace; again, he's the one with no imagination, no love for peace or humanity, and again - he's the worst. Good news, you get to vanish, go to Cleveland, be an indie smash; if you've pissed everyone off, you can hide and make a new life (as a small-time rock star ;) The good news is now you're smaller (less visible) the bad news is you can be smaller than that (don't screw it up again) Go suck some souls, be a reader, get used, laugh at a funeral or two; experience life, and even make an ass of yourself Laugh and laugh 'till all the chameleons turn black (when even the people who "go with the flow" and put up with everything turn against you) laugh and laugh 'till they say "please don't come back" (no interpretation needed, IMHO) Then fake incredulous, say "I just can't believe, how'd it get this late so early?"; finally get embarrassed and overcompensate. Say "Ain't life a grand, and I'm in awe of y'all"; continue to bluster with embarrassment, talk like an ass to distract from the situation Drop into your haunted bunk; go home where it's safe... but all the memories of past mistakes live Go to the touchless times, out where the water's drying; I don't know. I don't get this one at all. Go past the "no attractions past this point" sign; every fun park, show, or organization has a point past which only those who work there are meant to go, behind the scenes. Go past the facade and illusions in life, past what people are showing you, and What you'll find here are all flaws in progress (all of us, every one) where all songs are one song and that song is "don't forget."; we all want to feel like we're making an impact on the world around us like we're important to the world and existence, and we all cry out for recognition and acceptance. We're all flaws in progress, and we all want to be remembered.