Lyrics:

I've got it all (most)

I've got it all - almost all

But always when I get there

Always when I get there all the peices they just fall apart now



I can't hear you

I can't hear you talk about your dreams and bother me and

I don't believe

I don't believe that they are any sort of prophecy at all



What a shock was it sweet enough? Don't look so pissed off

We all lose the point occasionally



How consistent

How can someone so consistently mess up as much as every instance?

How can someone inconsistent mess up so consistently?



What a shock it wasn't sweet enough

Tell your Gods I wanna speak to their fathers

Look right now

I'm standin on my hunches

Like I taught, steal it from the lost and found



Hey now mr.sweet now, hey now mr.sweet now how you go around just walkin' thru my walls?

Hey now mr.sweet now, hey now mr.sweet now this is not a party this is a crowd.