Certain Stratospheres

The pope
Is like Hitler with wings
He walks like a corpse
Impersonating a wax figurine
I wouldn't mind so much if his heart were true
But it's a lie
And an overwritten one, too

O how to tell the sheep from the goats?
Toasts are for assholes
With castles & moats
No I won't raise my glass
Not to nothin' at all
I'll just keep my head down
So I can stand tall

What's so smart
About a heart w/o art?
And what's so clean
About a green machine?
And what could possibly hurt
About a mouthful of dirt?
And where's the harm
In shootin' drugs in my arm?

O how to tell the sheep from the goats?
Toasts are for assholes
With castles & moats
No I won't raise my glass
Not to nothin' at all
I'll just keep my head down
So I can stand tall

All you fools
With yr measured abasements and ridiculous rules
If yer so smart
Build me a sonar to measure the depths of my heart
Cuz something is down there
I'm almost for sure
That loves you back
That's pretty & pure
But if not then baby, I don't wanna know
I can walk on water
As long as it's frozen

Over
Take cover
We're going to crash
I spent all my money on ice cream & hash
Smash yr alarm clock
& set yerself free
I'm punchin' the sidewalk
I'm climbin' the tree
To free
All the birds and warn all the goats
Toasts are for assholes
With castles & moats
No I won't raise my glass
Not to nothin' at all
I'll just keep my head down
So I can stand tall

1/11/11
Austin, TX