Sick Ideas

and i forgive you
we're better off
than this
that you've forgotten
the places
that we've been

the whole world's rotten
with sick ideas

and i hate strangers
that bang upon my door
dogs cry in cages
higher than before

the whole world's rotten
with sick ideas

life's begun in a hot place
and i need the key
and we drift so far away
in an endless sea

and now us peasants stagger round as one
could this be heaven? a blot upon the sun?
the whole world's rotten
with sick ideas

i'm dumb from thinking
blind from looking good
i'm drunk from drinking
the wine that is my food
the whole world's rotten
with sick ideas

too cool to mention the one you hurt before
the whole world's rotten
with sick ideas

na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na na na na na