Watch your head, take cover   It's raining pleasantries   It'll mess up your hair      Your cookout, your street fair   Your girlfriend, your phone calls just   Don't mean much to me      Compulsive obsession with things   Your fashion, elections   Your vision and excrement      People, diversions and depth   Low rent, frail insides   Painted on dense reinforced skin   Protecting me      Can't let, can't let go of me   Can't let, can't let go of everybody   Can't let, can't let's go for me   Can't let, can't let's leave      Your hobbies, collections   Your lifestyles and bed room sets   Don't mean much to me      Unthinking allegiance to thieves   Your meth lab, your dildos   Kaballah and yoga class      People, places and things   Nouns, verbs, false cognates   Language abuse, innuendo   Word, interrupt      Can't let, can't let go of me   Can't let, can't let go of everybody   Can't let, can't let's go for me   Can't let, can't let's leave      You messed up my hair   Can't, you dreamt us from each others minds   Can't, if perception defines   You just made that up and now your problem is mine      And now your dismal outlook we've shared   This song will show your tired point to be wrong   And prove to all the world that I'm here   And you're there and they're there and we are      Bullshit   Architect      Our secret pontiff, the oil peaks   I read that today   Cold fusion, hooray   Tomorrow, if not something else