Father, they burn your home for more cinder.
Well I'll never tell a soul what I never saw.
Mother, your garden grows a bit quicker.
The river, it spills from our heads; a bit sinister.
Hold your head higher please, and don't make a scene like you mean to.
Just play in your pretty band and remember to breath.
And lord you live inside my head tonight.
We couldn't stay this way without you.
So love the machine, and cover me with your hot steam.
Call all your big friends and their big fantasies.
Hold your head higher please, and don't make a scene like you mean to.
Just play in your beautiful band and remember to breath.
Down, down, down you go, jab another poison apple down your throat and you sing,
Well it comes and goes through ten or twenty golden microphones and you sing,
Night after night after, night after nine to five.
Night after night after, nine to five every night.
The party stops, and you're left on the rocks. and I can't feel a freezing stitch.
The train man says he's pulling the brakes, to meet you on your wedding day.
She's the cute rose hip, the principle bitch, and I won't bleed for no ones sins.
Does the sad soul know how to get on the road?
Well, we don't need no holy ghost.
Just then he fell in front of me! (How did you know? how did you know?!)
Screaming foreign obscenities (I just can't stand to watch you float)
Whatever might become of me (Where do you go? where do you go?!)
They'll cut you off below the knees (How do you keep yourself composed?)
Through automated machines that make me breath,
Call all your big friends and their gigantic fantasies.
Father they crush your soul for more silver,
Mother, they break your heart and swallow it whole.
I don't see the safety in jumping from that balcony
Every night after night after, night after nine to five.
Night after night after nine to five every night.