I've got this chip on my shoulder I stole off the old block
and it's more of a boulder and it weighs much more than this world.
And I can't hold her no more.
I'm gonna walk to the church, gonna point at the steeple,
gonna open the doors, and dance for the people.
So God can see them when they ignore me.
He got baptized in 1986.
Sold his soul in '95,
he bought it back in '99,
it only cost the man his mind,
he got the irony hardwired,
he got the irony hardwired,
the day the warranty expired.
Go.
What a fool, he thought to himself,
what a fool. What a fool, what a fool
he though to himself, what a fool.
There's too much to know, too quickly,
and you're too slow.
There's too much to know, too quickly,
and you're too slow.
There's too much to know, too quickly,
and you're too slow.
There's too much to know, too quickly,
and you're, you're just too slow.
Now that you figured it out, don't you miss the puzzlement,
befuddled as you were. The answers to your questions weren't
nearly as obscure as you thought they would be.
And now you're bored because the wonderment's gone,
and you're starting to forget what you were wondering about all along.
Well, well, well, well, well, regardless,
wonderland's never been anything,
wonderland's never been anything,
wonderland's never been anything,
but a handful of sand at the oasis.