[Verse 1]
What have we here
Where the fragmented mind is reassembled?

[Break]

[Verse 2]
A new gift for crying out loud
A small token of our appreciation
"Human amusements at hourly rates"

[Verse 3]
It all makes for trouble math
But when the lights come on
You leave me in stitches
You leave me in stitches (in stitches, in stitches, in stitches...)

[Bridge]
I hear you singing the spiritual getaway
Yearning to hike away from hurt and spiny things
Who use you for their practices and settlements
Permanent holy wars dissolve and crash
On the red horizon, busted bottled red sunshine
Moonfire flickering

[Solo]