As the dove rains.
There's no ambition, told from vision
Pre-recorded maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling.
No ambition, plague of pidgeons
Twisted up in your maze of wisdom
Shake-up, make-up, fake-up
Think you need some healing
No ambition
Same old wrong millenium scorn
Maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling.
Pretty little birds all singing in the street
Few trees left, bare and shivering
In this hollow bitter street.
No ambition, told from vision
Pre-recorded maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom,
As the dove rains blood.
A world of wonders
Man-made mechanical thunders
(As the dove rains.)
Like stuffing a turkey
Gutless, hollow
Man-made premeditated hole.
Like a rock that doesn't roll,
You are the rock that doesn't roll,
Like a rock that doesn't roll,
You are the rock that doesn't roll.
Empty coal into the fruit bowl
Become a machine
Just one of the people
Welcome to the middle road
Your soul has now been scrolled.
No backbone, just torn and thrown
Into the show you go
No backbone, just malignant groans
Of what and where and now
Of what and when and how of what
Don't count on nothing being free
Because when you're in the concrete sea
Not you or me in between.
I can't stand them, I can't stand this
About as much fun as drinking a pint of p***
Can't wear that and you can't smoke this
Bitter as a cold brew,
Bitter as a cold brew pint of p***.
A world of wonders
Man-made mechanical thunders
(As the dove rains.)
As the dove rains blood over the streets
Man-made mechanical thunders
I think I've seen this thing to many times before
Mediocrity has never been a way of life
I've been inspired by seeing all this strife!
Bland Street Bloom.
I can't stand them, I can't stand this
About as much fun as drinking a pint of p***
Can't wear that and you can't smoke this
Bitter as a cold brew,
Bitter as a cold brew pint of p***.
There's no ambition, told from vision
Pre-recorded maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling.
No ambition, plague of pidgeons
Twisted up in your maze of wisdom
Shake-up, make-up, fake-up
Think you need some healing
No ambition
Same old wrong millenium scorn
Maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling.
Pretty little birds all singing in the street
Few trees left, bare and shivering
In this hollow bitter street.
No ambition, told from vision
Pre-recorded maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom,
As the dove rains blood.
A world of wonders
Man-made mechanical thunders
(As the dove rains.)
Like stuffing a turkey
Gutless, hollow
Man-made premeditated hole.
Like a rock that doesn't roll,
You are the rock that doesn't roll,
Like a rock that doesn't roll,
You are the rock that doesn't roll.
Empty coal into the fruit bowl
Become a machine
Just one of the people
Welcome to the middle road
Your soul has now been scrolled.
No backbone, just torn and thrown
Into the show you go
No backbone, just malignant groans
Of what and where and now
Of what and when and how of what
Don't count on nothing being free
Because when you're in the concrete sea
Not you or me in between.
I can't stand them, I can't stand this
About as much fun as drinking a pint of p***
Can't wear that and you can't smoke this
Bitter as a cold brew,
Bitter as a cold brew pint of p***.
A world of wonders
Man-made mechanical thunders
(As the dove rains.)
As the dove rains blood over the streets
Man-made mechanical thunders
I think I've seen this thing to many times before
Mediocrity has never been a way of life
I've been inspired by seeing all this strife!
Bland Street Bloom.
I can't stand them, I can't stand this
About as much fun as drinking a pint of p***
Can't wear that and you can't smoke this
Bitter as a cold brew,
Bitter as a cold brew pint of p***.