Lyrics
I'm only painting with green, yeah, I'm mixing blue and yellow together
It felt so good to be home, but leaving feels even better
They're building this powerful magnet to disrupt the rhythm of my heart
And I run and I hide, but it's like trying to get out of someone else's car in the dark
I need clerical sleep, yeah, clerical sleep
Painted Victorian teardrop can't handle the truth
Oh-ho, clerical sleep, talking about clerical sleep
Let the attack dogs of the old world howl, "Goodnight Moon"
I want to reveal my truths, spill my guts then leave town forever
And if I can get close enough, I'll detonate for peace time atomics
Hey Skinny, how's the Oldsmobile? Hey Skinny, how's the open road?
If we can get as far as Rivière-du-Loup, then we'll really see what these old ponies can do
On some clerical sleep, yeah, clerical sleep
A note left on your windshield, promises have been kept
We all need clerical sleep, oh-ho, clerical sleep
Painted Victorian teardrop and Jesus wept
I know a man with the most advanced
Robot prosthetic in the history of the world
Built in a lab, it cost two million dollars
But he hates it, can't stand it, never wears it, it just sits there