Can't think a straight line beyond the hill   It seems like a mountain   Next to an ocean, behind a thrill   Almost in my reach      If there's a way I could   Feel the face of intelligence   I'm a man, I would understand   What a good head says      You're no me   You're no me   You're no me      Can't see the forest for all   The green, it all gets in my way   Can't dig a desert without   The need for old religion, for holy grails      And a Jesus nail through the head   For all the pain and misguided faith   My mind erased before I had time   To waste my afternoon      Every thirty days a light goes on   And brightens my backyard   A yellow dying sun, I bite my tongue   And swallow pride and blood      On some other plane I have   Become affected, drawn and strange   I'm inclined to blame my mother   For dressing me like a girl      Like a girl   Like a girl   I don't know maybe that's kind of weird      A teenage breakdown without the will   Or without thinking   Taking low roads and colored pills   Always searching      Maybe then I would find a place in this mess   It swells a vein that the only things   That are keeping me awake   Are re-runs of the Mod Squad and cartoons      Every thirty days a light goes on   And brightens my backyard   A yellow dying sun, I bite my tongue   And swallow pride and blood      On some other plane I have   Become affected, drawn and strange   I'm inclined to blame my mother   For dressing me like a girl      Like a girl   Like a girl   I don't know maybe that's kind of weird