So many words, most are just bugs but some are birds They try to fly, and the power lines burn ‘em all up. I’ve heard enough – cause all your thoughts Are clattering pans and clanging pots, Power tools , squealing tires, obnoxious, absurd and stupid words. You gave the fool a microphone to chatter teeth and rattle bones With the sound of well chosen words mispronounced, Amplified worldwide – intentions obscured by the perfect word. The disregarded future dead heard every word he hasn’t said. So check, check, check, check one, two, in the back am I reaching you- React if I’m coming through loud and clear. ‘Cause I’m so there for you. I’m sublime, virtuous, and true. In such times I can promise you need me here. All these words are fat buzzing bugs. None are birds. They land in my hair, and get all tangled up. Please shut up! No more talk, no rattling pans and clanging pots, squealing tires, power tools, obnoxious, absurd and stupid words. Cause you gave the fool a microphone to chatter teeth and rattle bones So So check, check, check, check one, two, in the back am I reaching you- React if I’m coming through. Can you hear?