Hide Me From Next February

What holds you up

When the earth lets you down?

What holds you up

When gravity's corrupted?

I hope atoms are enough

'Cause Eve sure ain't coming.

The temperature's up in the afternoon sun.

The hand threw the breaker

But the circuit's still humming.

The man tried to break her

But Miss Switch kept on running.

She ran from the papist,

She ran from the crown,

She ran to her study,

And wrote all this down:

"I want to keep the perfect flowers from the florist,

They grow in private, deep inside the thickest forest

And when you snip them down,

You almost hear them sigh.

There they're drying asking,

'Why do we have to die?'"

What holds you up

When you're ready to go?

What holds you up

While the seconds hand is ticking?

Can you feel them slip away?

80,000 every day.

When one world says, "Wait!"

The next says, "Step aside."

When one planet says, "Stop!"

Another says, "Let it ride..."

Fuck the boulders on the hill,

I see pictures in the clouds.

We've got little yellow pills.

We've got great, big, black shrouds.

We've got

Arms in the armory,

Facts in the factory,

Cents in the century,

This century of centipedes,

This century is killing me,

This century lied.

I hope that we do better next time.

I would like to see the tyrant's daughter,

So upset by what her father taught her.

I would like to see the tyrant's son,

So outraged by what his father's done.

I would like to see the tyrant's mother

So regretful she did not smother.

I would like to see the tyrant's dad,

I'll bet he's glad.

Hide me from next February.

I've grown fat

And I've grown tired;

Kiss my ass

Now I was once admired.

I've grown tired

And I've grown fat

But there's one more thing so much better than that:

I'm already gone.