The sky is full of dirty, aching air   That's burning a greasy yellow   And zooming slowly in on everyone   Untie these fighting sunsets that will not be fulfilled      The noise on her eyes is still there   Even when the retina peels from the strain of the dull   Sacrilegious commandment   Of an eye for an eye or a tooth for a truth      Even the ocean is ghettoized now   Another dirty alleyway that leads nobody home   When you're so young and full of expectations   You're looking for that perfect wave   And when you'd like to ride 'em all      So I ask you from the bottom of my heart   Is that any way to treat your mother?   Red, red, red river, bloody ocean of sorrowful memories   Carry me to the deep blue sea, I hear you calling me      Is it true that virtue fell by the wayside, not even a mark?   And who will lift the fog of bitterness, pull aside the tide of regret?   Who will avoid the undertow of sentimental drift?   Who can live long on poetry and wrath?      I don't have the patience   But what does it cost on the open market?   And who can afford that?      I wanna be buried in the bottom of the ocean   Like Shelly Winters in 'The night of the hunter'   My hair billowing, being kissed by the fishes, Sushi for Shabu   If fishes were wishes, I'd have you, I'd have you      Ah, I've never felt one, a tremor that is   Greed, envy, lust, gluttony, anger, pride