It’s Just A Matter Of Not Getting Caught

A drop of rain a sheet of ice
You float through life, you've been here twice
No broken bones you're on your own
You settle down and make a loving home
You run your hands through swaying corn
You know you have to die to be reborn

Are you so beatiful tomorrow?

What goes around comes around
All the clichés of the world and dumbing down
I know your mind I know your tricks
Your verbal sound bytes you lying git
The puncture wound the heroin
Unsettled bills the mortal sin

The trail of slime where you have been
Did I say the right thing?
You rule by fear truth or dare
The purest words you've no idea

Will you be so beatiful tomorrow?

No substitude for honest toil
No antidote for idle hands
In seconds life can turn around
Depends which way the coin will land

Someone somewhere surely
Must know what's going on
The more I live the less I know
Are you sure I said the right thing?

You run your hand through swaying corn
You have to die to be reborn
You raise your eyes to heavens above
You'll have to come back here
Cos you didn't give... love