I’m Mr. Fahrenheit
Taking my time among the delicate
High, screaming me, mine and I
So, tell me
Aren’t those awful big words?
And ain’t it such a cruel world?
And ain’t we just spinning tops, lost
So duplicitous, no, it’s never been us
And entitlement will cut through any semblance of trust
So, cut me down, light me up, man, I’m good, that’s enough
I can’t bear to be around for when they see what we’ve done
Mister, why so blue?
Can’t you see the children smile at you?
Slow down, Mister Blue
Why do the others laugh at you?
God, what have they done to you?
Demented delicate, a twist in the spine
I’ll take the dirt, take my chances with the bleach and the lime
Can we make all the pain go away?
Just make it stop
The tremor in my brain
Oh, the nerve of the world!
Oh, the gall and the hurt!
The preacher men predict the second coming, oh lord!
If we’re confused within an inch of our lives
How much longer can we take our time?