I? m a breather, mail receiver
Ad I don? t know where I stand
Not since someone informed me
That my house was built on sand
And it? s not the earth beneath me
It? s just the concept of the landAnd I? m standing on the corner
When the buildings, they all fell
And you blink once you? re a goner
Everything just goes pell-mellIt? s a real hard sell, my conceptual hell
Not even good for kindling, no
When the buildings, they all fell
And I? m a breather, mail receiver
Bottom feeder just getting by
And you know it? s all just part of the course
But you blame it on some non existent force
Oh yeah, of course, you know you can? t ride
The concept of the horse but still I tryIn a carton desert landscape
With a pair of Acme jet skates
Focused on my destination
I seem to have forgot my station
Now it? s time to face the nationAnd I? m riding to meet you
On a brown gray speckled mare
But there? s something that unnerves me
Like I'm riding on thin air
These few doubts disserve me
Thinking no one really cares
And I? m jumping over fences
On this obstacle course
But it seems I? m getting nowhere
On the concept of the horseIt? s a real hard sell, my conceptual hell
Not even good for kindling, no
When the buildings, they all fellAnd I? m a breather, bottom feeder
How many liters must I imbibe?
And you know it? s all just part of the course
But you blame it on some non existent force
Oh yeah, of course, you know you can? t ride
The concept of the horse but still I try
