Lenders in the Temple

A short delay, the parrot blues
 Little voices mimic you
 It's not so hard to make that sound
 So watch your back, the Ides of March
 Cut your hair like Joan of Arc
 Disguise your will, they'll find you out
 And when they do
 Look out
 There's money-lenders inside the temple
 That circus tiger's gonna break your heart
 Something so wild turned into paper
 If I loved you, well that's my fault
 A bitch in heat, the alpha male
 Not something she'd ever tell
 Except when she got deathly high
 And out it came like summer rain
 It washed the cars and everything
 Felt clean for just a little while
 A telethon
 We drunk dialed
 Those starving children they ain't got no mother
 There's pink flamingos living in the mall
 I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
 If somebody would just take my call
 Take my call
 Take my call
 Hello
 Patterns in my mind now moving slow
 Sorrow all across the surface rolls
 Smoothing out the edges of the stone
 The lights are out. Where'd everybody go?
 Alone
 Erase yourself and you'll be free
 Mandala destroyed by the sea
 All we are is colored sand
 So pay to ride the ferris wheel
 Smile, all that you can feel
 Is gratitude for what has been
 'Cause it did not
 Happen
 There's money-lenders inside the temple
 That circus tiger's gonna break my heart
 Something so wild turned into paper
 If you love me, then that's your fault
 There's money-enders inside the temple
 This crystal city's gonna fall apart
 When all their power turns into vapor
 If I miss you, well that's my fault
 That's my fault
 That's my fault