nobody knows everything, we know this to be true   everything is difficult except what's in front of you   but it's complicated even under your nose   bullshit math equations, your highs and your lows      and your manic depression, it comes and it goes   your parasympathetic nervous system reacts   and you're in fight or flight mode      how's the world so small when the world is so large?   and what made the world? could i please speak to who's in charge   everything is real, but it's also just as fake   from your daughter's birthday party to your grandmother's wake      and your manic depression, it comes and it goes   your parasympathetic nervous system reacts   and you're in fight or flight   you're in fight or flight   you're in figh or flight mode         i tried to know which words to sing   so many times   and i tried to know which chord to play   i tried to make it rhyme   and i tried to find the key   that all good songs are in   and i tried to find the notes to make   that great resounding din   there's a bad man in everyone   no matter who we are   there's a rapist and a nazi    living in our tiny hearts   child pornographers and cannibals   and politicians too   there's someone in our head waiting to fucking strangle you      so here's to you, mrs. robinson   people love you more, oh nevermind   oh never mind   in-fucking-fact, mrs. robinson   the world doesn't care whether you live or die   you live or die   in-fucking-fact, mrs. robinson   they probably hate to see your stupid face   your stupid face   so here's to you, mrs. robinson   you live in an unforgiving place         whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh.      for four fortnights i have fled from    my fortress   foraging forests five footsteps in length   fortitude found within forty-ounce bottles   flowing like flies from your face   from your face   my neighborhood it's been filled brim   with black cats   and when i go driving they walk   in my path   everytime   all the time      la da da da dum, da da dum, da da dum   la de da de dum, da da dum, da da dum   laaaaaaa da dum, da da dum, da da dum ,da da dum, da da dum      first we were babies, we're birthing and dying   and then we were children, we're playing and crying   and then we're teenagers, and smoking and drinking   but now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing   and liking, melarching and licking our wounds   we created the lusting and lying, to   ourselves   and to others      we're sadly sighing   we're sadly sighing   we're sadly sighing   we're sadly sighing      i'd like to be   a big ball of meat   that bees can buzz all around   and eat   when i die   so i might be granted some sense of purpose.