Blue stains on your drapes
They show your psychotic state.
In New Hampshire we would hang you
It's in our declaration that we have the right to.
If you freak us out just a little bit,
Boy we'd cast you down like a piece of shit.
We'd cast you to the clouds
Because your freak noise is too loud.
You've gotta cut your hair
If you gotta go somewhere.
You gotta bite on your nails
If you follow political trails.
And the man that's in the mirror,
Well he's looking no better than I.
But these clouds are dissipating
And I love what's on the other side.
So put away your records, they hiss too much.
Digitalize all your noise, but even this is as such.
I suppose we're all just hypocrites to someone else.
And if you tell me you're not, then you've been to Hell.
The little kids will chew their gum and ask of all that's true.
And they won't be scared when everyone turns on you.
The next set of clouds are forming above.
Is this what you teach, and is that what you trust?
They show your psychotic state.
In New Hampshire we would hang you
It's in our declaration that we have the right to.
If you freak us out just a little bit,
Boy we'd cast you down like a piece of shit.
We'd cast you to the clouds
Because your freak noise is too loud.
You've gotta cut your hair
If you gotta go somewhere.
You gotta bite on your nails
If you follow political trails.
And the man that's in the mirror,
Well he's looking no better than I.
But these clouds are dissipating
And I love what's on the other side.
So put away your records, they hiss too much.
Digitalize all your noise, but even this is as such.
I suppose we're all just hypocrites to someone else.
And if you tell me you're not, then you've been to Hell.
The little kids will chew their gum and ask of all that's true.
And they won't be scared when everyone turns on you.
The next set of clouds are forming above.
Is this what you teach, and is that what you trust?