You, don't know
How you got here, or how you drove
And I, can't decide
Where to misplace all my valuables
Breath, deep please...
It makes you feel almost invincible
Let's carve, sculpture life
Squeegee third eye, William Hicks was right
Consumer culture starts to spread
Up your back, up to your head
"Lock me up and throw away the key", he said
"I've had enough", is what you said
Please, don't go
Take some time, and contemplate your woes
It's cold, down this road
Windy path, deep in the moonlit snow
And cry, it's ok...
Things just seem, to work out this way
Re-born anew
Your lease on life, has just been renewed
No contact, no telephone call
Hows it feel to feel so small
"Break me out of here, I've had enough", you said
And "I've had enough
I've had enough...I've had enough...
I've had enough...I've had enough..."
Is what you said