A short delay, the pair of blues   Little voices mimic you   It's not so hard to make that sound   So watch your back, the Ides of March   Cut your hair like Joan of Arc   Disguise your will, they'll find you out   And when they do   Look out      There's money lenders inside the temple   That circus tiger's gonna break your heart   Something so wild turned into paper   If I loved you, well that's my fault      A bitch in heat, the alpha male   Not something she'd ever tell   Except when she got deathly high   And out it came like summer rain   It washed the cars and everything   Felt clean for just a little while   A telephone   We drunk dialed      Those starving children, they ain't got no mother   There's pink flamingos living in the mall   I'd give a fortune to your infomercial   If somebody would just take my call   Take my call, Take my call      Hello   Patterns in my mind now moving slow   Sorrow all across the surface roads   Smoothing out the edges of the stone   The lights are out, where'd everybody go   Alone      Erase yourself and you'll be free   Mandela destroyed by the sea   All we are is colored sand   So pay to ride the ferris wheel   Smile, all that you can feel   Is gratitude for what has been   'Cause it did not   Happen      There's money lenders inside the temple   That circus tiger's gonna break my heart   Something so wild turned into paper   If you love me, then that's your fault      There's money lenders inside the temple   This crystal city's gonna fall apart   When all their power turns into vapor   If I miss you, well that's my fault