How can I sing when the first three rows of the audience are throwing all these things at me?   What all could they mean?   If they want me to go   I wish they would just say so      Baby I can't breathe   So I will sit here underneath this tree   With a magazine   And a couple hits of weed      How can I sleep when the deity is throwing all these crazy fucking dreams at me   What all does he mean?   If God don't know    I wish he would just say so      Baby I can't breathe   So I will sit here underneath this tree   With a magazine   And a couple hits of weed      How can I fail when the proles and their arms are throwing all these loving glances at me   swimmin in the sea   If the tide won't go    I wish it would let me know      baby nothing gets grown   at 4 a.m. under drunk thumbs   and we go home   alone