1. An ounce of prevention’s worth a pound of cure,
And a pound of cure’s worth at least a ton of hope.
You say you feel fine, you don’t sound too sure.
When we’re under the gun, we joke to cope.
Behind the scenes, there is a mass of humanity
Grumbling incessantly about the actors’ vanity.
Finally got the spotlight, stricken with stage fright.
Forget Contentment, we’re not even getting Rage right.
Paradise Lost and commemorated with a plaque.
Easier than doing what we can to get it back.
Somewhere way on this side of the rainbow
The bluebirds sit on the couch and watch a game show.
Sleeping at the wheel on the road to recovery.
I didn’t promise anything, that must have been another me.
We’re gonna wile away the hours sitting splitting hair.
Skyrockets in disrepair, afternoon despair.

Chorus: No land in sight and the panic hits.
We’re taking on water, I abandon ship.
I drift for days and days before
I wash up half-drowned upon a strange shore.
I’ve got a mouth full of ancient salt and sand.
And the seabirds’ cries are a sham.
They don’t care, they don’t know who I am.
I’m new here, I’m new here.

2. At the moment I was born I heard a baby scream.
In retrospect I understand that that was probably me.
Trudging on sunshine, the plod of the Valkyries.
Getting nothing but burnt flesh from amateur alchemy.
Reluctant or excited we all arrive uninvited.
I wonder when you’ll learn that no attention’s undivided.
Rain falls on the righteous and the wicked and the undecided.
Better wear something waterproof if you wanna fight it.
Is there a willing scapegoat in the audience?
Cleanliness is closer to filthiness than to godliness.
Back from the presumed dead, filled with relief
At the remnants of the evidence of acquaintances’ grief.
You remind me of the Devil but sadder and shorter.
Your number’s 6-6-6, but not in that order.
Faltering stars and crawling saucers.
I stand by my choices with appalling posture.

Chorus: I gather my strength and lurch to my feet.
It hurts to breathe, but I’ll search the beach.
There must be something that I can eat.
There must be some relief from this heat.
The plants look wrong, so does the night sky.
I’m terrified of what I might find.
Signs of life, but not the right kind.
I’m new here, I’m new here.

3. If heaven is a place on Earth, I think I’ll pass.
I never got much out of chasing greener grass.
For what shall it profit a man or his son
To gain the whole world if the world is this one?
I came, I saw, I waited for the signal
To conquer. Now I wonder if it’s that simple.
And if it turns out that this record is my legacy,
I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re already forgetting me.
The relative might of the sword and the pen
Depends entirely upon who’s wielding them.
Your life’s off track and you want a replacement.
Cats have nine lives and they all get wasted.
Manchild overboard, is fighting for life worth it
When you need a foam disk to preserve it?
Potential is delightful but Fate’s a whore.
I wash up washed up, washed out on a strange shore.