My spirit is anointed with self-esteem,
So why wouldn't I cross the T's and dot the I's?
I'll keep you over the brink till you figure this is not a dream
And you give up waiting for the stars to align.
The merchants on the streets are selling their very souls,
But there are no buyers during this depression...
The communists are eating from Tibetan singing bowls,
While the fallen angel attends his first confession...
And I walk a chalk line...
You spend too many hours in your hammock by the sea,
Lazing in the sunlight, smoking king-size cigarettes,
You act like there's nothing wrong, sipping from your ice tea,
Your country's sold, but you have no debts!
And I walk a chalk line...
There is no turning back, the lighthouse is on fire,
I'll pack this b***** suitcase and I'll be on my way,
The aliens are sweating, building an empire,
And you calmly order one more of those frappés...
And I walk a chalk line...
So why wouldn't I cross the T's and dot the I's?
I'll keep you over the brink till you figure this is not a dream
And you give up waiting for the stars to align.
The merchants on the streets are selling their very souls,
But there are no buyers during this depression...
The communists are eating from Tibetan singing bowls,
While the fallen angel attends his first confession...
And I walk a chalk line...
You spend too many hours in your hammock by the sea,
Lazing in the sunlight, smoking king-size cigarettes,
You act like there's nothing wrong, sipping from your ice tea,
Your country's sold, but you have no debts!
And I walk a chalk line...
There is no turning back, the lighthouse is on fire,
I'll pack this b***** suitcase and I'll be on my way,
The aliens are sweating, building an empire,
And you calmly order one more of those frappés...
And I walk a chalk line...