DOMESTIC BLISS.

Sisyphus on the way back down
Is he yawning or screaming?
It's a heads down kind of town
Passed out or dreaming?
What are the dreams of a rodent?
Say what you want about him
But that's a man in the fucking moment
Hands like a pan shovel
All squeak, no bubble
Shoes like business, face like trouble
Set your boots by the door, lad
And welcome to the struggle
I can feel the pain in your hips
Can see it cooking when you're dancing
We're not there yet, but we're past the joke
It's hanging on your lips
It softens with a toke
It's the rock that keeps you standing
This way to domestic bliss
Just follow the smoke

They'll stonewall me into the setting sun
For something I did or that I haven't done
I'm not the first nor the only one
The stone of virtue weighs a ton

Back on the street
In the pit of familiar beasts
Ain't it all just astronomy?
We just need our stars to align to find our feet
Oh, right, but I thought astronomy was a sandwich meat
The belly of life growled and made a sandwich out of me
God burped and sent us back to savagery
Vomit up a galaxy
If I get there, I'll be glad for every struggle
But if I don't, then I guess it's another soap opera tragedy
Uh, like to start, argue the toss
One must imagine Sisyphus with cramp
No moss on me, boss
But it smells a bit like damp

They'll stonewall me into the setting sun
For something I did or that I haven't done
I'm not the first nor the only one
The stone of virtue weighs a ton
They'll stonewall me into the setting sun
For something I did or that I haven't done
I'm not the first nor the only one
The stone of virtue weighs a ton

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
I'm going for a walk
No, I don't wanna talk about it
I think before I am
Reality just ain't that believable
I'm young after my time
Just wanna watch my cartoons and eat chocolate cereal