Syrups

Wrap me up in goodbyes

Old Sargasso sky

'Cause I'm about to take flight

Please don't ask my why

If the devil wants me

Tell him I got high

'Cause life is what you make it

You got yours and I got mine

When the end comes my way

Will I drop to my knees and pray?

And if my parents ask you

Tell 'em I'll be okay

And now the robots have made the rounds

Sand dunes filled up all our towns

Foxes howl and and the creepers prowl around

From the peelin' red bricks of London town

Foxes howl in the weddin' gown

Won't you find a way for me, somehow?

So, let's get dirt on an Oxford shirt

Throw a party so we won't get hurt

See you frown through your evenin' gown, down

When I fall from the wagon

Twisting from the businessmen

Won't you find a way for me, somehow?

When I fall from the wagon

Hidin' from the businessmen

Won't you find a way for me, somehow?

I tried to make a call to Heaven

Phone lines cut back in '97

Radio silence all the way down

The robots the made all paper rounds

And all the kids have left the towns

The foxes howl and the preachers bow down

Now I fall from the wagon

Twistin' from the businessmen

Won't you find a way for me, somehow?

When I fall from the wagon

Hidin' from the businessmen

Won't you find a way for me, somehow?