Part of the Math

And we're off again

It comes out of nowhere

Like a rope, wrapping tighter and tighter

'Round the throat

I guess when it's on it's on

I mean I guess I'm saying

Probably happens to everyone

And they all got a mean objective

Or you could say

Naw, thin to the thickening

Every breath as an invitation

A little louder now

Like a feather to put in the cap

You dance, get yer cocktail on

Feels good

Leaving everything as it is

A shout from the back of the hall

One time, two times

The writing is on the wall

The wall, the wall, the wall

Back to it

Looking out like it's preservation

A little softer now

What goes 'round comes around

Stop

Now consider this

Stop making it all about your shit

We all gotta deal

One trip, make the most of it

Just a little bit

Stop making it about your shit

We're all gonna be

Six feet in the coldest ground

Now we're blacking out

Right then

Turn around

Go on and give it back

You're dead meat

In a chilling freeze

You're an effigy

And a wrapper in a plastic bag

We're all dietys

Washed up in a sewage leak

Where was I?

A flowered shrine

A cussing bum

A crystal shine

In a pool of scum

A dream so real

That your vision's gone

An animal

A mineral

A vegetable

An abacus

I'm an animal

I'm a mineral

I'm a vegetable

I'm an abacus

All right