Delivering Idiots

I’m grateful for these things
These things are grateful for me
But these
These gifts are plagues
And these plagues are candy-coated
But I only hope it brings
A smile on those other
Little useless things
These hands are tied
To an arm and to an eye that won’t abide
Now I’m not doing that well today
Self-control was never my forté
So I call a friend
And Jesus with a pager and a Mercedes-Benz
'Cause there’s a limit to ourselves
And all the games we play
And it’s a metaphor we use to define our day
It’s only rhythm, it’s only sound
When we’re not accustomed to the tempo
When we find it too loud
And all the time
Yeah, you look like a star
And I talk like a fool
And I’m delivering idiots and photographs
It makes me look cool
It makes me look cool
I’m doing much better today
It’s just
It’s
It’s harder to focus on
The things I hate
I’m not too worried
'Cause I know I’ll get my vision back
At least I’ll have a weapon
To defend these attacks
If I could only find a filter for these tricks
Then I could bury the riddles deep
Deep in the mix
It’s not the lines, more the tone
Well, often it’s the volume
That can make it hit home
It’s not the songs
That determine if the record sells
It’s the faces in the videos
That we know so well
It’s the push
From the whores in the leather chairs
They package our emotions
And they market off tears
And the rise to the top is a fall from below
And I’ve never been one to see
Writing on walls
Still you call me crazy
And don’t walk on in
Don’t expect me to listen
Don’t you try to save me
Because I’m too impatient
Tall explanations
That make you feel like
You really reached me
I’m changing my ways
I believe
Oh ho oh
(Oh ho ho)
Ooh
Don’t talk about
What happened fourteen hours ago
And it’s okay if you smile
Okay if you smile
But please
When you look like a star
I talk like a fool
And I’m delivering idiots and photographs
It makes me look cool
It makes me look cool