The Fall of Mr. Fifths Songtext
von WHY?

Just another Sunday
Paddle-boat ride on a man-made lake
With another lady stranger
If I remain lost and die on a cross
At least I wasn′t born in a manger

I can sense somewhere right now I'm being prayed for
Seems like I always arrive on the same shore
From where my sails set maybe with one less lady
Than my vessel left with
Is that a threat?

Oh, I′ve stayed scarce this past year, yes
But be assured in unrest
I'm unavoidable like death
This Christmas, is this twisted?
Why be upset?

I never said I didn't have syphilis
Miss Listless hard like the bricks I pound my fists with
I mean, she′s hard like the bricks
That I pound with my fists


This is the fall of Mr. Fifths
Forged for the hordes
And the ladies and lords
Set with fat chords
In modern English

I know, I know
There′s nothing more appealing than the sound of high heels
Down the marble tile hallways of your districts
One allotted city-funded Steiner school
Bilingual or Montessori
Followed by a single high-pitched scream

Followed by breaking glass
But could your anger be mapped into an interpretive dance
To a trip-hop track?
Could it be bowed out on strings
Or strung into a pattern for a God's eye to bring
To your alma-mater′s holiday
Fundraiser boutique thing?


Look at that
Whoa
Okay, I'm sorry
I′m just being crazy
I'm sorry
I′m just being crazy, I know
I'm paying attention to the aircraft
I'm fine
Everything′s totally fine
Feel lot better now