Face Down in the Corn

Nice one, I laughed, but it's just so absurd That sometime near birth you were shaken, not stirred And somewhere near Earth there's a spinning, gray disk Margaret forgot to put bread on the list Charlie was always the one with two hands One on the trigger, and one down his pants I've made a deal with him, now say goodbye To health, wealth, and heaven, the ocean's run dry Nice one, I wept 'cause it's so obsolete I fell from your ego, and shattered my feet I fell for a lie told by all authority That I'm better than you, or you're better than me I'll not grow old with a string on my head I'll not be sold to the god of the dead I'll not succumb to the skin that's been torn I'll not lie bleeding, face down in the corn One day you'll see that they all had you fooled Killing your true self to conform to cool Fumbling to find the false keys to the soul Fumbling to reach unnecessary goals