"This was the year he fell to pieces and ironically this was the year when more people then he knew even existed scrambled to put him back together again and as they tried they didn't notice that he was smiling smilin' his ass off no pun intended oh what have we become? oh what have you become? not allowed to kick the feet up and sleep until it's done ground control, ground control to Major Tom we found a hole in your theory and we named it Sean and when the leaves fall the land looks more human it's got me questioning the essence of my farm boy blues hence, I never wore the fashions of the know-what-I'm-doin' but there won't be no alarm when we sound up the movement a river runs through it until I'm made outta fluids my fathers name is Art and my name's Pride and while my destiny reads the recipe for confusion I'm lookin for whoever writes so empty inside as the paneling comes unglued I'm averaging a camel every hour as a substitute for food out, standing in this field waiting for the storms trying to teach the alphabet to the children of the corn yo, the music ain't loud enough I can still hear the voices in your head the choices they've chosen to choose temporarily impaired me I'm terribly proud if you don't turn it up louder I'm breakin' out I face the sun when I talk and I hold his hand as I walk him across the street got caught inside of a self-taught it just don't stop and I'll trade you a parable for a probably kick this one for St. Paul and this for Minneapolis and kick this one here for me and my super hero complex and when I can I'm gonna build a castle that touches the clouds not to get closer to God but to get further from ya'll"