I'm a breather mail receiver   And I don't know where I stand   Not since someone informed me   That my house was built on sand   And it's not the earth beneath me   It's just the concept of the land      And I'm standing on the corner   When the buildings they all fell   If you blink once you're a goner   Everything just goes pell-mell      It's a real hard sell   My conceptual hell   Not even good for kindling   When the buildings they all fell      I'm a breather mail receiver   Bottom feader just getting by   And you know it's all just par for the course   But you blame it on some non-existent force   Oh yeah, of course   You know you can't ride the concept of the horse   But still I try      In a cartoon desert landscape   With a pair of ACME jetskates   Focused on my destination   I seem to have forgot my station   Now it's time to face the nation      And I'm riding to meet you   On a brown gray speckled mare   But there's something that unnerves me   Like I'm riding on thin air   These few doubts disserve me   Thinking no one really cares   And I'm jumping over fences   On this obstacle course   But it seems I'm getting nowhere   On the concept of the horse      It's a real hard sell   My conceptual hell   Not even good for kindling   When the buildings they all fell      I'm a breather   Bottom feader   How many liters   Must I imbibe   And you know it's all just par for the course   But you blame it on some non-existent force   Oh yeah, of course   You know you can't ride the concept of the horse   But still I try