Lyrics

...just the way we are Our heads in the ozone And our minds in Shangri-La I've got blood on my hands And sand between my toes now If the crowd gets too unruly We'll spray 'em with the hose now I'm so bored with the whole thing Keep hearing laughter when I turn Seen a million sunlit faces But none that really burned I can't keep myself from laughing When I spot someone possessed now The fool that's always grinning Never quite gets the jest now But I know the one I'm laughing at He plays it by the book And screams for revolution Behind his vacant look But that's just the way we are Our heads in the ozone And our minds in Shangri-La We'll keep their eyes red & runny Kill them in their homes now Watch them pray forgiveness And pay interest on their loans now It was us in the beamers The penthouses and shrines And if you want absolution We can provide all kinds, provide all kinds But that's just the way we are Our heads in the ozone And our minds in Shangri-La