. Fighting In A Sack .

Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream

And had it nailed to my forehead again 

To keep this boat afloat 

There are things you can't afford to know 

So I save all my breath for the sails. 

But you'll find those lingering voices 

Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice 

And make a moron out of you 

Walking a bridge with weakening cables 

Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate 

And it's a lot to put us through. 

Most ideas turn to dust 

As there are few in which we all can trust 

Haven't you noticed I've been shedding all of mine? 

So let's abandon that track 

And leave our fathers fighting in a sack 

Cause we are way too wise-assed for that. 

You might find some fools at your doorstep 

Hustling the latest changes to the book 

That's the strangest in an attempt to multiply 

Marionettes on weakening cables 

Huddled up with fear and hate 

Because they know their fate and it's a lot to put them through. 

We've taken on a climb 

And it's long enough to put the best of us on our backs 

Walking up a slide 

And there are those we know who'd have us five miles off the track.

But you'll find those lingering voices 

Are just your ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice 

And make a moron out of you 

Crossing the brindge on weakening cables 

Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate 

And it's a lot to put us through