Jeremy bender was a man of leisure, took his pleasure in the evening sun
Laid him down in a bed of roses, finally decided to become a nun.
Talk with the Sister, spoke in a whisper, threatened to fist her if she
didn't come clean
Jumped on the Mother just like a brother asked one another if the other is
a queen.
Diggin' the sister she was a mister shouldn't have kissed her, but he
couldn't say no
Wanted to leave her couldn't believe her, so he picked up his suit-case and
decided to go.Climbing a mountain
In darkness
Stranded alone on the ledge.
Every attempt that I make to hold on
Pushes me nearer the edge.
Sensing the changes impending
My thoughts are diffused by despair
I feel like I'm swimming straight up
Underwater
Desperately racing for air
I'm racing for air.
And the chords struck at birth
Grow more distant
Yet, we strike them again and again.
And we plead and we pray
For a glimmer of day
As the night folds its wings
And descends
Exposing the loose ends.
Surrounding myself with possessions
I surely have more than I need
I don't know if this is justice,
hard earned,
Or simply a matter of greed
A matter of greed.
And the chords struck at birth
Grow more distant
Yet, we strike them again and again.
And we plead and we pray
For a glimmer of day
As the night folds its wings
And descends...
Exposing the loose ends.
And the chords struck at birth
Grow more distant
Yet, we strike them again and again.
And we plead and we pray
For a glimmer of day
As the night folds its wings
And descends...
Exposing the loose ends.