Raining Pleasantries

Watch your head, take cover
 It's raining pleasantries
 It'll mess up your hair
 Your cookout, your street fair
 Your girlfriend, your phone calls just
 Don't mean much to me
 Compulsive obsession with things
 Your fashion, elections
 Your vision and excrement
 People, diversions and depth
 Low rent, frail insides
 Painted on dense reinforced skin
 Protecting me
 Can't let, can't let go of me
 Can't let, can't let go of everybody
 Can't let, can't let's go for me
 Can't let, can't let's leave
 Your hobbies, collections
 Your lifestyles and bed room sets
 Don't mean much to me
 Unthinking allegiance to thieves
 Your meth lab, your dildos
 Kaballah and yoga class
 People, places and things
 Nouns, verbs, false cognates
 Language abuse, innuendo
 Word, interrupt
 Can't let, can't let go of me
 Can't let, can't let go of everybody
 Can't let, can't let's go for me
 Can't let, can't let's leave
 You messed up my hair
 Can't, you dreamt us from each others minds
 Can't, if perception defines
 You just made that up and now your problem is mine
 And now your dismal outlook we've shared
 This song will show your tired point to be wrong
 And prove to all the world that I'm here
 And you're there and they're there and we are
 Bullshit
 Architect
 Our secret pontiff, the oil peaks
 I read that today
 Cold fusion, hooray
 Tomorrow, if not something else