Isle of Dogs

How many time do I have to lie

Before you believe me?

And how many time do you have to beat me

Before I learn how to play?

And where are the authorities

When you need somebody blown away

And how many arrows do I have to suffer

Before I'm a martyr?

Is it true that you have to do good

Before people will

Pay for a look at your bones?

You've got to be kidding me

Does this mean that I'll never be a saint?

With my pockets full of platitudes

And my dusty crown of thorns

Yeah it's used but barely worn

And I have crawled broke and desperate

Through the dumpsters of the Lord

And once I was an ugly sea

I wrestled in my sleep

And hurled foul threats and curses

At the sky

I pounded on the stubborn shore

Cause it can never be a symphony

If nobody cries

And how many bodies and how many boxes

Before it's all over?

And how many time do I have to cry

Before they wash me away?

Head I do: It's a comedy

Tails I don't: And I see another day

With my pockets full of platitudes

And my dusty crown of thorns

Yeah it's used but barely worn

And I have crawled broke and desperate

Through the dumpsters of the Lord

Once I was a rusted ship

Forsaken on the rocks

A tangle of green ligament and bone

I wrangled with the sullen sea

For it can never be a tragedy

If nobody dies