The millennium was falling around you
But it never had the balls to touch you
And it should've looked alive to love you
Anyway
It's something to have, not something to own
It'll keep your friends from leaving you alone for awhile
And your legs won't stop for a second for all the love you've left behind
Now the bottom's fallen out of this shelter
And the whalers are controlling the weather
You only got this gig from big brother
Anyway
It half-breathes with you, half-makes a mistake
You half-consent to pleasure then you start to shake for awhile
(How could you even think of taking that away from somebody? I don't know)
My brother, your brother
My brother, your brother
My brother, your brother
My brother, your brother
My brother, your brother
My brother, your brother
My brother, your brother
My brother, your brother