Sound and Fury

Well, New York and L.A. feel pretty small when you bring your troubles too.

And I packed light but I can't find a different point of view.

In another dark room watching old cartoons, I’m blowed-up and flattened too.

Well, a bluster and a blather at the bottom of the ladder

While another guy hangs the moon.

I'll make a pretty good deal with the devil,

Gonna tickle that baby Jesus.

Gonna topple that spire to heaven,

Frig on the thing that pleases.

Dip my toes into boiling water,

Sip sugar from the udder of an angel.

Purse my lips for the sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Signing nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nothing.

Nothing nah, nah, nothing, yeah.

I'mma fish for smokes, I'm gonna hunt for snipes,

Give a parking lot of my lungs, my life.

Motel bed's pretty comfy in the morning,

If I'm not crying you'll find me snoring.

Well, there's waffles in the lobby if you want ‘em,

Reaping and sowing that's the fruit at the bottom.

Purse my lips for the sound and the fury,

It's big if I find something!

Singing nah, nah, nah, nah, something, yeah

Something, something nah, nah, nah, yeah.

Born a lollygagger, so baby I'm shook,

I'm studying the art of the ornery stinker.

Looking for a good word in a good book,

No bad junks, but a whole lot of thinkers.

Well, I told you I was working on a building,

Didn't say what kind of building I was building.

If you don't like it, you can kick rocks,

Just don't kick the rocks of my building.

Building something, something, na na na, yeah.

Nah, nah, something, something, nah, nah.

I struck a pretty good deal with the devil,

I'm still tickling the baby Jesus.

Gonna topple that spire to heaven,

Frig on whatever pleases.

Dip my toes in the boiling water,

Pure sugar from the udders of the angels.

Purse my lips for the sound and fury.

It’s big if I find something,

Finding something, nah nah, nah nah something

Nah nah, something

Something,

Something,

Something.

Yeah…