EXISTENTIAL DISGRACE
Looking into my mirror
Trying to find a way that’s clearer
Mystery machine is broken (down)
And it’s Sunday but I’ve got nothing
Looking glass is distorted frozen
My palm is scared
Existential disgrace
All over my face
And that’s why

Now don’t wonder why I wanna die
You can’t stop A freight train going downhill
That why you better
Get back get back get back get back get back

Tarot card ripped burned face
At the site of my reflection
Deeper than any wishing well
Buried where I can’t be found
My palm is scared
Existential disgrace
All over my face
And that’s why

Now don’t wonder why I wanna die
You can’t stop A freight train going downhill
That why you better
Get back get back get back get back get back

JA©2005