Sister City - Normal Sized Words lyrics

Butcher the song Tear out the pages of back catalogues Endeavor whatever revisionist won't Scrape off your shoes On the walk to the room That you sent off a check for last month Denounce what you've done For the sake of nostalgia Remember you're still young And problems aren't problems Unless you're too old, sad, or tired to solve them You're none of the above Scavenge through the sorts of things You wouldn't want to touch To find the definition of "enough" is too much Settle for love For comfort, security And curse the good luck You can't lose There isn't a soul in the world You'll find flawless And guess what? You're one of them Accept the relentless Omnipresent tug Admit you've not changed all that much Where the blood on my hands is concerned I'm not worried I'm just sick of thinking circular Confirming sad but true but sure What if there's no other way A balanced scale, two equal weights One for each shoulder Where the taste on my tongue is concerned I'll continue to spit at and spurn Each part of speech that attempts to explain The mundane or the meaningful With the right set of eyes you'll find life at a funeral