Went downtown just to be a martyr
   but a telephone pole beat me to it
   it was covered in barbed wire
   Saw a little boy's white teeth
   like wild horses encaged by an iron string
   
   Oh god...does not feel good unless he bleeds
   
   And daily crucifictions are hung up on street signs
   they use all sorts of names
   hope they never use mine
   these consonants and vowels
   that cannot scream nor howl
   only just hang around
   
   Oh god...how'd things get so turned around
   
   and in the office building
   9 to 5 goes on trial
   the man is startin to crack
   but the ceiling stones smile
   and the boss comes in
   to see what fragile things
   his dull and pointless tongue can tear
   
   Oh god...he combed over a baldspot with a bit of hair
   
   Cause everybody needs
   somebody else to blame
   they can't curse themselves
   they take their doctor's name in vain
   they'd rather jump through hoops
   and theraputic groups
   than in their own minds delve
   
   oh god...why don't we believe in ourselves
   
   Sometimes
   I think
   Life is just a movie
   and these
   strangers
   are folks we really know
   sit back
   relax
   enjoy some popcorn
   Life's a great big mystery show
   
   Saw tiny faces that are tattered and torn
   but there's paint upon the mansion that is hardly worn
   I'd like to go inside
   but why I don't know
   as though I could peel the paint
   and feed it to the poor
   
   oh god...can't live like this anymore
   
   my landlord..no...
   my neighbor is as tolerant as a feeding shark
   but they tell me that her bite is much better than her bark
   she goes ramblin on
   from dusk until dawn
   sayin I should try bein' like her sometime
   
   oh god...think somethin's died inside her mind
   
   cause
   sometimes...
   
   Life's a great big mystery show