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