Nothing but a mudpie
Wrapped up inside with a pretty bow
Nothing but a castle built on top a swamp of quicksand
And inside these cardboard walls and saran wrapped windows
There's a rusty pot of fool's gold
That you got with your life
Are you tired...(?)of loyalties
How you taught yourself to walk like royalty
Until the day you became his praise
You tripped over your incumbent
You wash your hair in that luca oil
Then you wrap your head up with tin foil
And prance around in your bathrobe
Pretending your a king
Just spinning home
Sinking faster now
well you can follow your rainbows
and I will follow the sun now
wherever he goes
it's not to far to run
so I will follow the sun
follow the sun
Nothing but a calendar hanging on your wall
it's 23 years old
Nothing but a for sale sign
on a house that's already sold
trying to chew through
that chocolate covered barbed wire
'cause there's a mountain
of beautiful filth
waiting on the other side
Just spinning home
sinking faster now
well you can follow your rainbows
and I will follow the sun now
wherever he goes
it's not to far to run
so I will follow the sun
follow the sun
Clever lives end up rusty and forgotten
brilliant minds end up with false amours
what I thought was so deep ended up so hallow
and what I thought had meaning ended up so shallow
well you can follow your rainbows
and I will follow the sun now
wherever he goes
it's not to far to run
so I will follow the sun
follow the sun
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