SPELLED OUT

I'm in your inner ear boy, I'm in your inner ear
I'm in your inner ear boy, I'm in your inner ear
I'm in your inner ear boy, I'm in your inner ear
Now can you hear me now you can't balance without me feeling generous now

I thought I'd shaken you

It's in the water, it's in the water
It's in the water and you gotta drink
It's in the water, it's in the water
This shit's a craft there's nothing solid beneath

Now can you hear me can you see me now I'm patient shall I spell it out

Now in Florida
Hurricanes don't dissuade
They root on, they root on, they root on
For daddy's team in salvaged beach chairs laid out in the shade
Of rubble piles and exposed beams

While up in Maine
Commuter nets expand
A cell phone in the hand
They're overfishing the land
They're overfishing the land
They're overfishing the land

And in La Jolla, where the
Coyotes roam, in
Sun-dried Toyotas, leading
New charges new home, it's
It's shoot to kill, it's fire at will, go it alone
Just don't let's tell Jonas, he don't need to know now

And in Bellingham
Concerned citizens
Are doing it for the kids

While down the mighty M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I, as
Injun rouletting bleeds the countryside dry, you can find
Huck drunk off bubbly under a darkening sky, fumbling
Tommy
Tell me
I mean
I don't miss the slumming
But tell me true
What do you think
Old friend
Of what I'm becoming

On down to Santa Maria
The pilgrims flood
Their prince on display
Nails in the wood
To see as he rose from the grave
Mark of the beast only mud
Well I wanted blood

I wanted blood
I wanted blood
I wanted blood

Now can you hear me can you see me can you feel me are we dizzy now