Clerical Sleep

I'm only painting with green
I'm mixing blue and yellow together
It felt so good to be home
But leaving feels even better
They’re building this powerful magnet
To disrupt the rhythm of my heart
I run and I hide
But it's like trying to get out
Of someone else's car in the dark

I need clerical sleep
Yeah, clerical sleep
Painted Victorian teardrop
Can’t handle the truth

Oh, clerical sleep
Talking about clerical sleep
Let the attack dogs
Of the old world howl: Goodnight Moon

I want to reveal my truths
Spill my guts then leave town forever
And if I can get close enough
I'll detonate for peace time atomics

Hey skinny, how’s the Oldsmobile?
Hey skinny, how’s the open road?

If we can get as far as Rivière-Du-Loup
Then we'll really see what these old ponies can do

On some clerical sleep
Clerical sleep
A note left on your windshield
Promises have been kept

We all need clerical sleep
Oh, oh, clerical sleep
Painted Victorian tear drop
And Jesus wept

I know a man with the most advanced robot prosthetic
In the history of the world
Built in a lab, it cost $2,000,00
But he hates it, can’t stand it
Never wears it, it just sits there