I sit on my roof and I smoke
Stare across the street at the funeral home
And drive out past the factories on the gravel roads where it gets so dark
And I can see all the stars and I feel so small 'round midnight
The paper says the whole world is on fire But this street is quiet
The paper says the whole world is on fire But this street is quiet
And the silence is the violence of sex and dying in the middle classes
The silence is the violence of sex and dying in the lower classes
The silence is the violence of sex and dying in the upper classes
My love overflows My skull overflows But my heart never breaks
We pray for petty things in our petty lives as if god has the time
There is a reason we feel so small when we've lost our reason to thrive
Everyone is fucked Everyone is damned But no one will open their eyes
Have you ever heard a joke like this before? I raise a toast to a genius god
I live in a big house with all of my friends I sing these stupid songs
I roam all these highways I hope it never ends
And when I think about it all it's almost too much to bear
It's hell and it opens your eyes
When I think about it all it's almost too much to bear
It's heaven and it opens your eyes