Shiva Opens Her Arms

I'm so sick of people asking me, "Have I seen this guy that I look like" When they mean that he looks like me Aw, damn it all to hell, no, I wouldn’t know him too well Except I broke into his home and then I broke his collarbone His curtains hadn’t been opened in a week or two And the one picture that that little corn-dog freaker has of you Looks like it’s about to fall over, sure, yeah, it could just be the frame Or it could be the fact that nothing in this house is ever on the level Not even the toilet, both of you, it’s all askew, it'll be wrong forever I dreamt up we're tumbling down a hill The people standing around swear they never seen blows fall like this Wherever he lands, stay away, it’s going to be bloody Oh no, I miss you so Church bells, now I’m awake and I guess it must be some kind of holiday Go tell them that he better behave, it’s pretty hard to rise from the grave I’m just a ghost from the past, yeah, but you shouldn't have laughed Because I'll give you the shaft or maybe I'll sign you up for the draft I look down, I ripped my shirt and there’s blood stains on my fists And the air in here is like a nylon net, I can throw my fists right through it Man, did anybody ever tell you that you’re kind of like A moth trying to catch the attention of a bare light bulb? All recorded history is just one little guy on this mat Oh, my head feels like a TV store, twenty of the same channels Let’s step outside for some fresh air To some part of the city that you never seen yet Even though you lived here all your life You’re not even sure who you've met or what you like But you'll wait until morning, let's hold it now And if that’s the case you'll spend the night anyhow Shiva opens her arms now, some kid's trying to park his car I may talk in my sleep tonight because I like company too Yeah, I know we're through, although I miss you so