Psychopath, young man Dedicated to efficiency 17, 28, 59 Looks like it's comin' down on me Down on me, down on me, down on me Hold tight! big brother Calling in the name of liberty Lots stone take your place Looks like it's comin' down on me Down on me, down on me, down on me (Looks like it's comin' down on me) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) Down on me, down on me, down on me Never so many are watched by so few For so long, by so much for big brother! Never so many are watched by so few For so long, by so much for big brother! For so long, by so much (for big brother) For so long, by so much (for big brother) For so long, by so much (for big brother) For so long, by so much (for big brother) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) Down on me, down on me, down on me Never so many are watched by so few For so long, by so much for big brother! Never so many are watched by so few For so long, by so much for big brother! For so long, by so much (for big brother) For so long, by so much (for big brother) For so long, by so much (for big brother) For so long, by so much (for big brother) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) Down on me, down on me (Looks like it's comin' down on me) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) Down on me, down on me (Looks like it's comin' down on me) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) (Looks like it's comin' down on me) Down on me, down on me

I'm comin' down, comin' down, It took so long for me to come around, They tell you, it smashes brain, Drain you of all the blood you've left in your veins. If you spare me a brew and a double bed, You might give me the time to clear my head tonight, With these stones you cast so fast, Makes me think that we will never last. I hear it, do you hear that sound, Hear that now aloud, it's comin' down. I'm not eager to be mean, I'm eager to be anyone I want to be. If you spare me a brew and a double bed, You might give me time to clear my head tonight, With these stones you cast so fast, It makes me think that we never last.

When you first saw You should've known There was no more Than what was shown The way the flowers Will bloom at night The fancy thinkin' That makes it right What you see is what I am Take a look, at the invisible man Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed When you don't know just what you see From purple flowers Shoot silver sparks In solid air They make their mark Across the room Before they fall Through the eyes Of antique dolls Take a look at what I am You're looking through an invisible man Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed When you don't know just what you see The dusty book That no one reads The pages torn The letters read Upon the cover These words are penned Please go away Don't come again Oh what you see is what I am You're looking through an invisible man Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed When you don't know just what you see So take a look at what I am You're looking through an invisible man Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed When you don't know just what you see So take a look at what I am You're looking through an invisible man Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed When you don't know just what you see

And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' through the feeling With a knife to open up the sky's veins Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change And when I shoulda been gone a long time Laughs and says, I find ways Just when we're sheltered under paper The rockets come at us sideways Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change Hey, I'm blind Good, fine Roll the time On whose dime And when I wake up in the morning To feel the daybreak on my face There's a blood that's flowin' through the ceiling With a knife to open up the sky's veins Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change Some things will never change They stand there looking backwards Half unconscious from the pain They may seem rearranged In the backwater swirling There is something that will never change

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words When you've finished with the mop then you can stop And look at what you've done The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen And the work it was fun Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Many hands began to scan around for the next plateau Some say it was Greenland and some say Mexico Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could