Lord I must be dreaming
what else could this be
Everybody's screaming
running for the sea
Holy lands are sinking
birds take to the sky
The prophets all are stinking drunk
I know the reason why

Eyes are full of desire
mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire
s___ piled up to the knees

Out of rhyme or reason
everyone's to blame
Children of the season don't be lame

Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry

Man has known and now he's blown it upside down
And hell's the only sound
We did an awful job and now they say it's nobody's fault

Old Saint Andres seven years ago
Shove it up their richters
red lights stop and go
Noblemen of courage listen with their ears
Spoke but how discouraging
when no one really hears
One of these days you'll be sorry
too many houses on the stilt
Three million years or just a story
four on the floor up to the hilt

Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame
Children of the season don't be lame

Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry

Man has known and now he's blown it upside down
And hell's the only sound
We did an awful job and now we're just a little too late

Eyes are full of desire
mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire
s___ piled in debris

California showtime
5 o'clocks the news
Said everybody's concubine was p___e to take a snooze

Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry

Man has known and now he's blown it upside down
And hell's the only sound
We did an awful job and now we're just a little too late

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