The Worse Things Get

I'm a man That's what you raised me to be I'm not an identity crisis, This was planned I'm a man As in a citizen of mankind It's what kind of animal I am, It's that simple. I'm a man And not just casually I pull this barge full time Your treehouse wi

My brain makes drugs to keep me slow, A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh. But now, not even the masons know What drug will keep night from coming. There are so many tools that are made for my hands. But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to

I used a calling card of a pay phone From the other coast Just to tell you how good it was to hear you In those songs you wrote They made me think there was something coming Really something worth waiting for Blah, blah, blah... they talk about, oh o