Gloomy Planets

Idiot job 203

Newspapers shoot their letters at me

I'm alone at last with every other me

Guardian help me, angel shoot

All you ghosts stand by and salute

And explain:

Why is everything so locked up?

Lake is empty, lake is full

People say it's a push and pull

I know I did the wrong mistake again.

Guardian help me, angel shoot

All you ghosts stand by and salute

And explain:

Why is everything so locked up?

I don't blame it on the front row

Don't blame it on them ruin glass

Don't blame it on the signal

Don't blame it on the steering wheel

Don't blame it on the logbooks

'Cause I know they stay

Like all the cars in NY

Like all the lights on New Year

Like all these gloomy planets

You know they stay

Anyway.