Fighting In A Sack

Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream

And had it nailed to my forehead again

To keep this boat afloat

There are things you can't afford to know

So I save all my breath for the sails.

But you'll find those lingering voices

Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice

And make a moron out of you

Walking a bridge with weakening cables

Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate

And it's a lot to put us through.

Most ideas turn to dust

As there are few in which we all can trust

Haven't you noticed I've been shedding all of mind?

So let's abandon that track

And leave our fathers fighting in a sack

Cause we are way too wise-assed for that.

You might find some fools at your doorstep

Hustling the latest changes to the book

That's the strangest in an attempt to multiply

Marionettes on weakening cables

Huddled up with fear and hate

Because they know their fate and it's a lot to put them through.

We've taken on a climb

And it's long enough to put the best of us on our backs

Walking up a slide

And there are those we know who'd have us five miles off the track.

But you'll find those lingering voices

Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice

And make a moron out of you

Crossing the brindge on weakening cables

Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate

And it's a lot to put us through