Idiots

See through how everyone sees you

They think that you're an idiot

But they must know an idiot

Cause you were born on idiot's time

If you stop or continue

You'll still be an idiot

With all the other idiots

You idiots are standing in line

And everyday there's a new way back

To the very place that it all began

But your heart was telepathic

When you died on the Atlantic, 1975

And your hands meticulously crafted

You could see through all the static

Be you dead or alive

You left your home and the icy throes

Brought you together

Useless repeated excuses

Thought up by an idiot

To sell to other idiots

And anything that money can buy

But if then we're gonna still do this

Then we had better do it before we hear those excuses

And we lose all of our valuable time

'Cause every day there's a new way back

To the resting place where it all began

But your heart, your heart is telepathic

When you drowned on the Atlantic, 1975

And your hands meticulously crafted

You could see through all the static

When you're dead or alive

And your world

Was nothing but miraculous

The situation stopped at the inevitable

Your heart was telepathic

And you knew it was the only way you could ever go

Leave your home

And go it on your own

Coming together.