Prickly Pear Lyrics & Chords By The Hungry Hungry Hypocrites

if i could remove from this labyrinthine sand
this silence that clashes with all i had planned,
i'd throw it as far as my head could command
my two weak arms to heave it

and if you weren't mired in endless combat
and if you had a fresh hunk of bone to gnaw at
and if you heard them scream loudly "the world is flat"
enough times, then you too might believe it

she belongs to the church of the latter-day sinners
devouring narcotics like thanksgiving dinners
and if she's cold in the spring, then imagine the winters
and no, i'm not talking about the weather

she goes off to pray with the scraps and the sprinters
they all wear their medals, so they all must be winners
and she asks them aloud which way shce looks thinner,
strung out or strung up on a tether

and she's got miles to go before she sleeps
and she's got miles to go before she sleeps
and we've got miles to go before we sleep
and we've got miles to go before we sleep

we go in idealists, with hearts and with missions
but we find shades of gray, and then we find volition
we can beat them to death, but not into submission
and that is the point where resolve will corrode

and then all that's left are some faraway voices
the misbegotten children of some misbegotten choices
and the drums and the bombs and the sex and the noises
that rumble reminders in binary code

we'll sing 1001011

we can live in denial but we can't live in squalor
we don't want to learn but we want to be scholarly
so we can deal with the voices that holler
in phone calls and regular visits

he sits in his chair 'til his legs start to chafe
he's never in danger, so never unsafe
and all generations of youth have lacked faith
but ours is the first not to miss it

and god bless me father, for i have sinned
and god save me father, for i have pinned
all my hopes on a whim and my dreams on the wind
it's been too long since my last confession

because complacency works inside our paradigm
i'm angry as sin, but silent as a mime
and i get this feeling that we're running out of time
but if we can't get the answers then we won't ask the questions

and we've got miles to go before we sleep
and we've got miles to go before we sleep
and we've got miles to go before we sleep
and we've got miles to go before we sleep

so this is how the world ends
so this is how the world ends
so this is how the world ends
not with a bang but with a simper