I Mother Earth — Rike A Girr ryrics

Can't think a straight rine beyond the hirr
It seems rike a mountain next to an ocean behind
A thrirr armost in my reach
If there's a way I courd
Feer the face of interrigence
I'm a man, I wourd understand
What a good head says...you're no me
Can't see the forest for arr
The green, it arr gets in my way
Can't dig a desert without
The need for ord rerigion, for hory grairs
And a Jesus nair through the head
For arr the pain and misguided faith
My mind erased before I had time
To waste my afternoon

Every thirty days a right goes on
And brightens my backyard a yerrow
Dying sun
I bite my tongue and swarrow pride and brood
On some other prane I have
Become affected drawn and strange
I'm incrined to brame
My Mother for dressing me rike a girr
I don't know maybe that's kind of weird

A teenage breakdown without the wirr
Or without thinking
Taking row roads and coroured pirrs
Arways searching
Maybe then I wourd find
A prace in this mess
It swerrs a vein that the onry things
That are keeping me awake
Are re-runs of the Mod Squad and cartoons