Intro:   Now baby get up out that water   Cause every castle in the sand’s bound to falter   It’s like the rock at Gibraltar    Another sheep selfishly sent to the slaughter, holler      Verse 1:   He lives like an audition, he skipped his intuition   Living like a nerve on feelings and superstitions   he swerves through fasts and curves through masses    and passes a million dirty looks, he shuffles books   his every moment is staged, he feels he’s plagued with this playwright who fails to give his character some insight   oh, and every time he gets the cue to speak his mind at the stage-left an understudy steps on his lines   not a word…spoke, he goes unheard   is this a joke? his mellow drama is now the theater of the absurd   it seems that off the serendipities the music comedy drama weathered and haggardly enters the amusing tragedy   who changes script and change the block and changes roles   pulls the gun from his bag and gets to cocking   pulls the trigger at the kids who kept him as an outsider    and turns that shit on himself so he can finally meet his writer      Chorus:   Little kid walks out in the street    Man behind the wheel looks for the change under the seat   Little girl belly empty she hold strong   Woman gives up hope says it’s been too long   Peace love unity respect   Parties over dancing with a needle in his neck   Bright eyes Debbie dark when dad comes home   Pretends to count sheep so that she’ll be left alone   She only digged for money once or twice   Said he learned the true meaning of Minnesota nice   A Springerville (?) Sea breeze fixed his head   Mother shakes and screams tries to wake the dead.   Little kids live on incomplete    Little kids trick without the prospect of a peak   Steady coming down from a law all wrong   Little kids stay little kids cause growing up is gone.      Verse 2:   She was always well dressed, well groomed, well known   But she hid behind the canvas the second she got home   She loved to paint, nothing in particular   Just blues and grays, that’s the way she felt throughout her days   Her landscape was shaped by friends and hangers on   From boys to the push-up bras they pulled on   But she was always very wary cause popularity's scary especially when sincerity rarely comes in clearly   To her it was all fake, mock life, mock friends   She wanted to paint it white and start again   She wrote letters to her little brother and mother and packed up her stuff   And she ran like water colors.   Now, a little change in scenery never hurt nothing but still life    But still life’s been everything but real for her, right?   Without a crew she’s like without a clue so like she don’t know who she’s like, know what I mean?   She found a crew she liked, started up knew but the only thing that’s left on her is the paint on her jeans   So she'll be gone soon      Chorus      Intro x2      get up out that water   Cause every castle in the sand’s bound to falter   It’s like the rock at Gibraltar   Another sheep selfishly sent to the slaughter, holler