I've always been a surrealist
A less-than-pleasant anhedonist
Where'd we leave all our outcries?
I found 'em dead in a ditch
And I know, and I know, and I know
It doesn't justify me burning through you
And we know, and we know, and we know
That if he dodges you, he'll just become me
I've always had that suspicion
That D. B. Cooper isn't missing
He's just been in the opposite room as me
Since 1973
And I know, and I know, and I know
It doesn't justify me burning through you
And we know, and we know, and we know
That if he dodges you, he'll just become me
We're dead in the liquor
We're slipping through the cracks
In the window that we couldn't patch up
We're dead in the liquor
We're slipping through the cracks
In the window that we couldn't patch up
And I know, and I know, and I know
It doesn't justify me burning through you
And we know, and we know, and we know
That if he dodges you, he'll just become me
And I know, and I know, and I know
It doesn't justify me burning through you
And we know, and we know, and we know
That if he dodges you, he'll just become me
We're dead in the liquor
We're slipping through the cracks
In the window that we couldn't patch up