(Feel the ambiance baby...) Warm summers, Cool winters, Caught up in the game, They got no winners. Streets say they getting my campaign right Bloodshot vision on that champagne life (This is the life...) Through the tragedy and pain We try to stay the same I've seen things to make a weak mind go insane. (This is the life...) But the sun's always shines in the moment If it aint money then it really ain't important (Wakka wakka bow bow!)

Young boy, Heart ate his head, Nothing much left, Just a bunch of what's said. The fear, Lived in his heart, Was to blame from the start, Yeah we blamed the start. The girl, She was born, In a breathing space, Of immensity. Far beyond, This colorful form, That I surrendered to, Long ago. In her smile, She knows, But those words don't, Leave her lips. So in, Her tunneled eyes, I will dive past, The web of her, Entangled mind. Here I, See the sage of life, He's in a cage, He has no wife. We say please, Give us one more try, Give me one more try or, In hell I'll resign.

Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a Tuesday night, just to check out the late-night record shop. Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane, but when I'm surrounded I just can't stop. It's a matter of instinct, it's a matter of conditioning, and a matter of fact. You can call me Pavlov's dog. Ring a bell and I'll salivate. How'd you like that? Dr. Lendy tell me you're not just a pedagogue, cause right now I'm Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I am lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did. So I'm lying here, just starting at the ceiling tiles. and I'm thinking about what to think about. Just listening and relistening to Smiley Smile, and I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought because I am Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I am lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did. And if you want to find me I'll be out in the sandbox, wondering where the hell all the love has gone. Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun, wo wo wo and singing "Fun, Fun, Fun." Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I am lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did. I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds and though I was very heavy, I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground I floated 'til I could not see the ground Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground Somebody help me, because I'm Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well I am lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did. Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a Tuesday night. Just to check out the late-night record shop. Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane; but when I'm surrounded I just can't stop.

About a year ago you sent me to prison, [bars] A year ago you set me up for something I didn't do, and for about a year I sat there in that cell. [fade in gridiron sounds] Thinking on how I could get my revenge, put you in your place, make you suffer like you had made me suffer. And every single night I thought about what happened. [cross fade gridiron with rain, thundering] That stormy night.. right as I was coming home. [footsteps in rain, from left to right] I heard those sirens and almost instantly knew, that among the drops of rain, blood had spilled that night too. [Sirens] I came home... [door creaking open] my wife, my kid... they were dead, and you had set me up for all of this. [crossfade to quiet, crickets off in the distance] So, laying there at night in my cell, I wonder what everything was worth at that moment. [loading noises begin] If it was even worth trying to find you. Trying to get out of here. I had lost everything, there was nothing left. [shot – cut out all noise] That bullet's for you though. Because I found you. I found you and gave myself a reason for the year I'd spent there.