Bedrock USA, where the flowers grow and the mold decays beneath a surface of superficial plants resting in summer sun burning but they yearning for a place to have some fun I don't know where to go, but the feeling just won't go away from me Bedrock USA where the flowers grow but they don't know how to make way for our coming bed by the shed making flowers grow picket fence kind of dense but we like swimming in the pool we can't go very far but we are really really cool making flowers grow with our toes and reading by the pool Bedrock USA making flowers grow picket fence kind of dense but we like swimming in the pool we can't go very far but we are really really cool making flowers grow with our toes and reading by the pool

what fun, what fun under the gun run run run such fun, such fun under the gun into the sun burnin' I weigh a ton run run run burnin' under the gun hot cross hairs looking for someone burnin' into the sun under the gun run run run you gotta run run run you gotta have fun fun fun under the gun such fun fun fun flying into the sun

many came on that day they were legion but most were bare like devils shouting across the square upon an unsuspecting group wanders by few and by name a beast with big teeth was calling my name in the back of my mind they sleep in my aching head they are again in the kind of chariots they bring of fire but not of land a beast most fowl a taste of fever sweet they came for me on that day like mind altering defeat they prayed upon the hollow ground upon the sacred few that knew what was really going down they came like smoke and arose beasts gnawing at my feet brain beaten hardened like gum a feeling of numb became my fate as the devils ate they ate like hounds then unaware I was kneeling down one less beast became aware of that erasing sound kicking my brain with every pound no more beasts because I'm free now

wherein your gaze locked between mine over the graves of all that time we gave away like fools and lost ourselves but tried to act cool created between us a moat of lost time a stream of dark nothing but oh so sublime at the edge of tomorrow aside the hilltop the precipice of danger running out on the clock making the way to the water fountain picking up the bucket to put under the sprout filling up the bucket when I noticed the pressure was too much and took the bottom out the bottom fell out and all came rushing out the bottom fell out just when my world began the bottom fell out

walking blind he walked the same girl home from work every day it came by them without an okay big bright mug upon a tall mixed frame scars on all sides from cheek to cheek he sighs billowing smoke across the waters pure bright eyes and a vibe so sure running down his cheeks were his tears none and with a face like the sun he cheered us on to the other side as he walked blind across the waters pure we were so sure it was him and he was he but what were we in time alone we gotta know how we can be so sure we know just what we know just what we know when we are done face like the sun

go to sleep now you won't have to see the morn lie to rest my sweet thing now in time they will mourn lying here on the couch they bitch about some little show I don't wanna know about and when I can't even hear they start telling lies and beware the deceitful steps it takes to rid yourself of them that keep me awake for Christ's sake when the owl howls you will lie and lie again from every angle it will come out so fall asleep lie to rest my sweet thing now in time they will mourn just how far they've let themselves down go to sleep now you won't have to see the storm lie to rest my sweet thing now in time you will see the morn

going up, going down where does it lead I'm lost in this town rejuvenate me and forget my place in this space of which I know nothing about rejuvenate me my body heart and soul intoxicate me remind me of my real goals oh who's above me oh whose below separate the fixers and the highs from the lows rejuvenate me make me one and whole rebuild inside me a much better foe in hard times I stumble in the much much again rejuvenate my muscle so I can walk again in neglect I crumble with time not in hand rejuvenate my being rework your helping hand

hey, he's a desperate saint he's a law abiding minute man who cannot be blamed he got a title, up from under a grave he walks beside 'em all the time and remembers his fate he eats a chewed up shoe because that's what you do when you're entitled and a child, and got nothing to do you get the same thing twice and that's okay never doing nothing and got nothing to pay he says the same thing twice but what can you say in the same way begging at your leg every day it's okay that you cry, but not all the time so tell me goodbye with that glazed look in your eye hey, he's a desperate saint he gotta little something extra that he might have to say he walks a narrow grove home, it's always the same talking to the TV when there's no one around walking through the movie, but there ain't no sound he's always preaching what he's meaning on the concrete ground living like he outta with the dogs and the hounds he goes deeper down the hole inside the yellow wall thrown against the wall sometimes in spite of it all he drops the ball again but no one cares he does the same thing twice then rips up the spares he got nothing to give and nothing to prove just beating along by the same old groove he just walks and wiggles and everybody stares he moves on over with a desperate flair hey, he's a desperate saint he got that big ass chicken leg in the back of his mind he rings the same bell twice for the second damn time hey, he's a desperate saint he never stumbles, but he mumbles from the side of his face hey, he's just a desperate saint mighty desperate saint he does some good, but he should step aside in it's wake it's understood that the burden of proof is beyond what your calling for it ain't the truth he's not to blame but he would and he could change the game in his name it would cost him the goods and start again from that starting place where his preaching got a-teaching because his mind was erased hey, he's a desperate saint the tao of living now is his mantra again at your shoes so confused by the hatred and pain hey, he's a desperate saint it's not the player just the game, so take me away he wrecked it all but installed a meaning to fame hey, he's a desperate saint doing good like he should, with no one to blame if he could, but he would start naming names cheers to a desperate saint going up, going down is it something you say hey, he's a desperate saint I don't know but I wonder if it's something you ate he's a desperate saint walking tall with nothing at all he begs everyday he walks the same old way he says the same old phrase hey, he's a desperate saint he begs us everyday is it something you say hey, he's just a desperate saint

unconditionally I'm yours singing sweet songs in the morn unconditionally I'm torn between your kindness or your warm tender smile unconditionally you sweet thing unconditionally repeating unconditionally retreating unmistakably beating the odds unconditionally it's known what all the textures have shown unconditionally it's true I'm trying my best to get to you unconditionally I'm yours singing sweet songs in the morn unconditionally I'm torn between your kindness or your warm tender smile unconditionally it's known what all the textures have shown unconditionally it's true I'm trying my best to get to you

the room filled with shadows in upon he walked in the crooked man with a crooked smile a crooked tie and I felt so ashamed I gave away his name crooked with a guise he smiles yet again making his way to the cupboard for another loaf of old bread crooked with his walk he waltzes over to me with a sway softly moving with repeatable inconsistencies and crooked style he's a crooked guy a little shy at times, but he's alright, yeah crooked with a little bit of vile he smiles again crooked lighting gleams off his crooked chin and his bones are shaped like crooked lightning bolts yeah, he got it from his crooked folks crooked with a grin he says how about we do that thing crookedly I say back to him why not and the room filled with crooked shadows as the crooked light fixtures faded into a bent up vacuum of a room crooked in the groove his legs moved in the air zig zag shag rug underneath his toes and flowing crooked hair crooked shuffle the man spoke I'm here in a crooked breathe I'm awoke crookedly we danced together and unveiled the cloak with a crooked feather he wrote I'm broke

sometimes the weight is just too great can't keep myself above the curb but perturbed my strength is just too weak for me it's just my heavy my heavy my heavy head like atlas I feel the burn sometimes you gotta wonder what makes the world turn my heavy my heavy my heavy head got me down so down my heavy day by day the weight gains it burns when worlds turn and hearts collide a broken levy just opens my heavy my heavy my heavy my oh so heavy head

growth, is it good or bad or ugly no hope, terror stems from what's within and I'm lonely cope, thats what they say then walk away when things are funny I walk alone but bones are bones so let's begin to anamorph from what was old to what's behold to something new to body grew into something true growth, in what was told anamorph in from the cold I grow alone I walk alone but bones are bones so let's begin to anamorph in from the cold I grow alone

I remember when I sat with you under a chilly summer sun waiting for the moment that the early sun would come up and greet us with it's morning glaze it was hazy as we treaded the lonely streets at dawn it was glistening fun while laughing as the music stopped and the dream began to fade and I remember when I sat with you and we talked about how we felt and what we knew such fun smashing the mirror into tiny tiny bits distorted faces on a desolate train going nowhere from the same place again it was raining and I bet you felt it, too we were fools back then did many winters send us back up to where our trip began there's safety in numbers where did you go so many blunders no where to go what secrets there still to know as it rings around again in the cyclic nature of truth I find myself again in the loop of missing you and I remember us that was then this is now it will never be the same not here not now when the sun came up and the fog was thick lounging on the ground in the park near central square loving every moment and never living a care as the sun dog came upon us so did the deeds at large over the foggy morning after my mind was stretched and bruised we evaporate the present leaving only something new when every sounding moment that makes the gap enlarge the memory of that moment forever in my heart