Circling the Drain

I am below the bullshit Let the pendulum swing Drive the boat like you stole it Let's grease up this hate machine I've got a flare for theatrics It feels like punching a bruise I've been getting my ass kicked But I'm playing to lose The sock drawer that we're snooping in The bane of all our inhibitions The dead horse It's a blood sport Yeah, you can dig for pity in the hearts of your peers Or cover up your eyes and make the world disappear You can start a fire And everybody's singing the same stale song "You gotta go along to get along" This was as far as my plan went Smacked up against a wall It feels like I'm being punished for something By good folks in scare quotes In the sequel to politics "Unanswered Prayers and Crying Fits" In free fall Into the chipper with it all I could really give a fuck about anything I'm just blowing raspberries and circling the drain Fucking with what's right front of me No one can give you peace No one can take it away Yeah, we can build a new religion Write a new alphabet I'm here justifying the future Not redeeming the dead My father says, "You've gotta go along to get along" And I do And I do