Went downtown just to be a martyr   But a telephone pole beat me to it   It was covered in barbed wire   Saw a little boy's white teeth   Like wild horses encaged by an iron string      Oh god...does not feel good unless he bleeds      And daily crucifictions are hung up on street signs   They use all sorts of names   Hope they never use mine   These consonants and vowels   That cannot scream nor howl   Only just hang around      Oh god...how'd things get so turned around      And in the office building   9 to 5 goes on trial   The man is startin to crack   But the ceiling stones smile   And the boss comes in   To see what fragile things   His dull and pointless tongue can tear      Oh god...he combed over a baldspot with a bit of hair      Cause everybody needs   Somebody else to blame   They can't curse themselves   They take their doctor's name in vain   They'd rather jump through hoops   And theraputic groups   Than in their own minds delve      Oh god...why don't we believe in ourselves      Sometimes   I think   Life is just a movie   And these   Strangers   Are folks we really know   Sit back   Relax   Enjoy some popcorn   Life's a great big mystery show      Saw tiny faces that are tattered and torn   But there's paint upon the mansion that is hardly worn   I'd like to go inside   But why I don't know   As though I could peel the paint   And feed it to the poor      Oh god...can't live like this anymore      My landlord..no...   My neighbor is as tolerant as a feeding shark   But they tell me that her bite is much better than her bark   She goes ramblin on   From dusk until dawn   Sayin I should try bein' like her sometime      Oh god...think somethin's died inside her mind      Cause   Sometimes...      Life's a great big mystery show