Song Length |
2:57 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Pop - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Anxious, Ecstatic |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Perestroika from the skies at midnight
Kaleidoscope the afternoon
We're talkin' gold beneath a bright red halo
And lucky rabbit's foot doubloon
Down at the sally school of acrobatics
Tuition rises by and by
Cuz everybody wants to dodge that bullet
And bloody sickles in the sky
But you'll get so lonely waiting for your little words to win
And you'll get so tired of waiting for the bleeding world to end
Every little move I make
I'm seeing double now
And every living magistrate
Gets me in trouble now
It's more than modern bones can bear alone
Not alone
Now that every word's a conversation
We're never gonna have to talk
And how am I supposed to read your last rights
With all these doors upon the lock
I spied your little list of honey do that
You'd gone and written to yourself
I kind of like the way you rank your daydreams
To balance out the head and health