Whoa you got me questionin'
These thoughts that I had nestled in
Inside my mind behind my resteless eyelids
And somehow now I cannot say
If the things that I knew yesterday
Are right by my design or because I tried it

I don't believe I have a sense of humor
I don't believe I have a sense of faith
I don't believe i believe in believing beliefs at all
No I don't believe a single thing you say

Whoa you got me wrestlin'
These bottles filled with mescaline
That brew you choose protrudes blue from inside it
And wow that towel you dropped away
Held back lots more than I can say
Let's get offensive, rent a pet, and ride it

And now the doubtless march into the fire
And now the doubtless toss books in the flame
And now the doubtless will doubtless count this album as at fault
And now the doubtless will tell you what to say

And now I need some time
I know I'm out my mind
And I can see the reasons why
You might want to run around
I don't need anything
It's already alright
It's all a lie

Oh I almost settled in with logic's toxic brethren
Don't hold my homeless soul so it's divided
To round out my confounded brain
I drown in sounds of mountain rage
And throw no stones at those who may deride it

And I know it's really just a test I guess
There's right and wrong and somewhere in between
In that largely harmless margin I have property well-kept
In a senseless bet I guess is best for me