Wonderful Life - Failure

It’s not about the boy found slain

It ain’t about his lips, blood drained

You should’ve seen his dreams dissolve

Into the dumpster behind the mall

I’m going down

To the wonderful life

I’m going down

Inside a satellite

I’m going down

On the bullet train

I’m going down

On the perfect dream

It’s not about the freeway drone

That score her tired journeys home

Softly licking her to sleep

Her eyes are closed to the brake light streaks

I’m going down

To the wonderful life

I’m going down

Inside a satellite

I’m going down

On the bullet train

I’m going down

On the perfect dream

Sleep in the softest bed

Eat everything you need

Never ask anyone

For anything at all

Why can’t I stroke this world to sleep?

Please help me stroke this world to sleep

It’s not about his prescription brain

Deprived of pills that keep it sane

He told himself he could go it alone

See him plead with the unplugged phone

Sleep in the softest bed

Eat everything you need

Never ask anyone

For anything at all

That restless old monkey

Prisoned inside of me

Stiff bones that close him in

He waits trapped deep within

I’m going down

To the wonderful life

I’m going down

Inside a satellite

I’m going down

On the SST

I’m going down

On the perfect dream

I’m going down

To the wonderful life

I’m going down

Like a ripped up kite

I’m going down

With broken ribs

I’m going down

To a dirty crib