Swap TV's for smaller mind control devices
A spoonful of soma helps reality go down
I love all the expensive things I use as my distractions
From existence in this pissy little town

One day I'll smoke cigars on the plantation
with Dylan playing banjo on the porch
They'll be whiskey in the puddle by the mailbox
and my kids will all grow up believing in the force

I won't just be a no one stuck in Radford
Working a mundane job six days a week
I will find the courage to uncage my tiny voice
And teach it a romance language it can speak

Following your dreams will disappoint you
but hey, everyone you hate is going to die
and you might just get to see the look on that bastards face
when his soul becomes a spirit in the sky

The burns on my body take forever to scab over
So I'll cover them in meaningless tattoos
Or I'll draw a dog in flames and but exes as it's eyes
to remind me of the time I spent with you

One day I'll kiss my sweetheart on the forehead
As we lay under the blanket in a pose
She'll have all her own opinions and peacock feather eyes
and an adorable, yet faintly crooked nose

I probably shouldn't sing this to my shadow
I probably shouldn't read it to my dad
Waiting for the Alzheimers to take away my cells
Eating every memory that's sad

Following your dreams will disappoint you
but hey, everyone you hate is going to die
and you might just get to see the look on that bastards face
when his soul becomes a spirit in the sky