Imbecile Thoughts - Siskiyou

Well you can be sure of me

Just like you’re sure of the West Wing

You’ve got to get out of the door

Girl, go look at the sky and wonder why

The sun don’t shine like it should

And why you are always so misunderstood

You’re misunderstood

And why?

Because, because

You never go around to no one

Bet you never leave the house, home

You’ve got a head full of ideas

That threaten to make the throne

In this world, it’s not

The throne in the next world

Is greed and is on fire

But it don’t burn you when you sit on it

And scream and shout and rant and rave and sing us all of your own thoughts

The crowd’s all down 'round hanging on your lips

And why?

Because, because

In this world, you’re gonna need some money

A whole lot of money

You’re gonna need it to stay alive

And why?

Because, because

This is New World, honey

And you’re the one with all the money

I can see it in your eyes

You already have your disguise

With which, you will make your great escape

At home, the palace gets this dirty sheen

The home they call «box»

They’re like a box

That doesn’t dance

But all night gets soothing imbecilic thoughts

Yeah, imbecile thoughts

And why?

Because, because

In this world, you’re gonna need some money

A whole lot of money

You’re gonna need it until you die