Aftermath

I am in the midst, of a great aftermath
And I won’t be ignored
I’ll leave the streets where I cannot walk
The sidewalk is all in flames and my back is in pain

The flood is coming down and the earthquakes shake this town
And I won’t be impressed
And when you tell me that I am insane
I tell you that I already tried to stay out of my mind

Look at all the girls, all of them are beautiful
And I am so depressed
Summer is not the season to relax
Every pair of jeans I see is much too tight

If you call me sick, I will call you a little prick
But I won’t be offended
You can call me anything you want if you want to
Nothing here is like it seems and I am in a dream

I am in the midst, of a great aftermath
And I won’t be impressed
You can call me anything you want if you want to
Nothing here is what it seems, the purple road is green
All the people are obscene and don’t know what the signs mean
The aftermath is cleaned and I am in a dream

I am in the midst, of a great aftermath
And I won’t be impressed