What's this? and can you tell me who I am?
What's life? and can you tell me what's the plan?
'Cause I have never been this swept away
My thoughts have never left me so a-f*cking-stray
Too open minded, I'm f*cking blinded
Nobody's right and nobody's wrong
History's got me f*cked up again
But Miranda and Lowry don't know where I been
Down in the swamps and across the Atlantic
Writing in my journal about revolution frantically
And where'd Miguel Hidalgo get that candy
He handed to the members of his firing squad?
And who can tell a cracker
From those damn peninsulares?
Don't let tuberculosis get ya down, Jose
I'm coming to St. Petersburg, oh Catherine, my dear
Give me all your love and all the empire you can spare
Standing in the archives
Hashing over someone's life
Trying to make meaning
I lost all my convictions at the library today
Trying to make meaning