Blast off! The weekend. . Lonely I've become No blood the reject Let loose the news shot They smile down we go Bite off the leaches For your blood has no defense Respect my position and lift up the lonely Here's to the kiddies who don't have a pony Here's to the widow with the hourgla** back pack(?) There's no time I've been up, I've been down I've been scattered around I put the pieces back together but they don't make sense I've been left, I've been right Skipping stones in the night I put the pieces back together but they don't make sense Get it right Let it ride Midnight, seaside . . . has no one seen the sun Well I have definitely Good times, sad times Shot girl holds the gun Silence the Realtor But it's your cure that k**ed her Respect my position and call out the phony Here's to the crickets and used to be only (?) Held my position on a broken back back pack (?)
One more time I've been up, I've been down I've been scattered around I put the pieces back together but they don't make sense I've been east, I've been west To the witch I confess I put the pieces back together but they don't make sense So make it right Get it right Don't you know. . .that it makes no sense Don't you know . . . there's no relevance (Don't you understand that you don't have to understand) I've been here, I've been there In the shoes that you wear I watched your pieces fall together still they don't make sense I've been east, I've been west of the wind I confess I sent the pieces down the river from a hollow chest I've been up, I've been down I've been scattered around I put the pieces back together, pieces back together I've been east, I've been west of the wind I confess I put the pieces back together, pieces back together