Nothing but a mudpie
Wrapped up inside with a pretty bow
Nothing but a castle built
On top a swamp of quicksand
And inside these cardboard walls
And saran wrapped windows
Theres a rust pot of fool’s gold
That you got with your life
[your guess is as good as mine]..loyalties
How you taught yourself to walk like royalty
Until the day you became his praise
You tripped over your incumbent
You wash your hair in that luca oil
Then you wrap your head up with tin foil
And prance around in your bathrobe
Pretending you’re a king
Chorus: just spinning home
Sinking faster now
Well you can follow your rainbows
And I will follow the son now
Wherever he goes
It’s not to far to run
So I will follow the son
Follow the son
Nothing but a clandar hanging on your wall
It’s 23 years old
Nothing but a for sale sign
On a house that’s already sold
Trying to chew through
That chocolate covered barbed wire
’cause there’s a mountain
Of beautiful filth
Waiting on the other side
Chorus
Clever lives end up rusty and forgotten
Brilliant minds end up with false amours
What I thought was so deep ended up so hallow
And what I thought had meaning ended up so shallow
Well you can follow your rainbows
And I will follow the son now
Wherever he goes
It’s not to far to run
So I will follow the son
Follow the son
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