Lyrics:

I was stoned in a factory
Working an industrial slicer
Wondering to myself
If life could be anything nicer
Inching step by step
Towards the great American death
I was dreamin' bout asbestos
As best as I can guess
I was itchin' to confess at the rural Festivus
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
You're gonna have to speak up
Cause I can't hear it
Well, the tree grew a branch
The branch grew Davidians
Most of them died in the land of comedians
Turns out your mother was part of the Slytherin faction
It's alright that you didn't know
She never saw that much of the action
Well, there's promise in the morning
And power in the blood
Folks drink it for the feeling
I just drink it because
I do what John Denver tells me
I wanna do right in case anyone fails me
Let it be me, and only me
Let it be me, and only me
Let it be me, and only me
Who fails me
Who fails me
I was a tombstone tragedy working out the kinks in Wisconsin
In a monastary asking the saints if they come here often
In a van with all of my friends
Where the party never ends
The liquor's always quicker
I cheat to feel the drums
Pounding in my head, and in my heart, and in my thumbs
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
Set the bar so low that I can clear it
Well, the clearer the mirror, the more of the horror
There's gore on the shore of Sodom and Gomorrah
There's something endearing
About the fear of everything queer here
I've seen a lot of folks fold into a mold
Of something that they couldn't steer clear of
Well, there's promise in the morning
And power in the blood
Folks drink it for the feeling
I just drink it because
I do what John Denver tells me
I wanna do right, in case anyone fails me
Let it be me, and only me
Let it be me, and only me
Let it be me, and only me
Who fails me
Who fails me
Hey guys, what's up?
I always knew I was gonna seem basic
In the Dagobah system asking folks if they've seen my spaceship
All the Buddhist priests and the Daoist monks
Couldn't have stopped me from being a punk
In a Ford Explorer with a tape recorder
Beating down your door with an eating disorder
Father Time, and Mother Nature
Why am I of such small stature?
All I ever wanted was to die young
But I didn't have the guts and songs needed sung
If I could wake up without this feeling
Then I'd know I was healing
But every morning when I wake up
I just know that it ain't enough
Well, there's promise in the morning
And power in the blood
Folks drink it for the feeling
I just drink it because
I do what John Denver tells me
I wanna do right in case anyone fails me
Let it be me, and only me
Let it be me, and only me
Let it be me, and only me
Who fails me
Who fails me