I've gotta pick up my guitar
Get up from my chair
Gotta look to the crowd
Pretend that you're there
Gotta mess up my hair
And play some rock n roll
I've gotta run through the trees
Before it gets dark
Gotta take all my dreams
And pull them apart
Gotta get to the start
Of everything that I've become

But don't you know, brethren?
It's just a means to lift your chin
Not everything's fucked, but it's close
So save what you need
Start a worldwide family
The doctrine is easy to read
You gotta take care of your own
And get back to what you believe

I'm gonna brush all my teeth
Except for just one
Gonna let it get rotten
And destroy my gums
Show you all that a bunch
Can be spoiled by a single bad seed
I'm gonna walk somewhere backwards
So come right along
We'll see everything leave us
And sing forward songs
Blur right and wrong
Til everything's just what you do
And nothing more than that
Nothing more