Mind Control (Baumann) - March ’04

I would run a skewer through my eye
If it would make things better
I would throw your picture at the wall
If it would help me out at all.
Watch the frame turn into shards of glass.
And I’ll just sit here on my bed.
I want to write a story ’bout an alien invasion.
With rayguns and starships and mind control.
Instead I get a song about a child named confusion.
And how that child gets old.

Chorus:
And here we are again, standing on our bridges.
Burn them down or jump off, I can’t tell anyway.
A megaphone in one hand, a pistol in the other.
It really doesn’t matter if I never see the light of day.

Now when I am cold, morose, alone.
I think that I’ll unplug the phone
And sit here eating peanut butter sandwiches with milk
And strawberry preserves.
When my bloodshot eyes perceive the dawn
I’ll take my crossbow on the lawn.
And play at target practice shooting down the angels from the sky.

Chorus 2x