Drawn up all my findings and I warn you they are candid
My every day begins with reminders I've been stranded
On this planet where I've landed, 'neath this gray-as-granite sky
A place I wake up blushin' like I'm ashamed to be alive
How long can a world go on under such a subtle God?
How long can a world go on with no word from God?
See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God
We're just drinkin' margaritas at the mall
That's what this stuff adds up to after all
Magenta, orange, acid green
Peacock blue and mercury
Drinkin' margaritas at the mall
Standin' in the shadows of the signposts on the road
Fifty gates of understanding, forty-nine are closed
Yes, I guess this time I really hit that number on the nose
What I'd give for an hour with a tower on the throne
How long can a world go on under such a subtle God?
How long can a world go on with no word from God?
See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God
We're just drinkin' margaritas at the mall
This happy hour's got us by the balls
Magenta, orange, acid green
Peacock blue and mercury
Drinkin' margaritas at the mall
We're drinking margaritas at the mall
Drinkin' margaritas at the mall