muted trumpets are playing in heaven
life is just a joke and you can tell it
there's a crowd i used to run with back when i was still a kid
now that i'm a fuckup they won't let me back in
i feel like a relic after 23 years
because i had to beat the shit out myself
to prove that i'm free
and i'm so tired of saying i love the head of this nation
instead of it's arms and it's body

so throw me a lighter and i'll blow you a smokespider
or throw me a line and i'll blow a line

the true coast seems far but i'll make it there i know
because i've got a car and with that i can last
cause when the worst in the world is the person you were
all you gotta do is drive to leave him in the past
the bone of the matter is that we've all be misused
and the years you thought were years were just flashes of dreams
its like closing your eyes for just a few moments
and a whole goddamn lifetime passes between

so send me a prophet and i'll throw my arms around her
or send me a fighter and ill be sure to fight her

right now i'm standing outside a railyard from where a brass band is playing
saint peter is taking bribes from mustardseed tweed suited men
and all eyes are on two naked angels
and they're fucking each other beneath an inverted rainbow
and they're sucking on tits and they're fingering each other
and everybody's dying to see whats gonna happen next
are they gonna tie the knot? or just say thanks alot
and walk off hoping that they ain't caught what the other's
surely got