Lord I must be dreamin' 
What else could this be 
Everybody's screamin' 
Runnin' for the sea 


Holy lands are sinkin' 
Birds take to the sky 
The prophets are all stinking drunk 
I know the reason why 


Eyes are full of desire 
Mind is so ill at ease 
Everything is on fire 
Shit piled up to the knees 


Out of rhyme or reason 
Everyone's to blame 
Children of the season 
Don't be lame 


Sorry we're so sorry 
Don't be sorry 
Man has known 
And now he's blown it 
Upside down and hell's the only sound 
We did an awful job 
And now they say it's nobody's fault 


Old St. Andres 
Seven years ago 
Showin' off their weakness 
Red light stop and go 
Noblemen of courage 
Listen with their ears 
Spoke but how discouragin' 
When no one really hears 


One of these day's a you'll be sorry 
Too many houses on the stilt 
Three million years or just a story 
Four on the floor up to the hilt 
  
Out of rhyme or reason
Everyone's to blame
Children of the season
Don't be lame


Sorry we're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known 
And now he's blown it 
Upside down and hell's the only sound 
We did an awful job 
And now we're just a little too late 


Eyes are full of desire 
Mind is so ill at ease 
Everything is on fire 
A shit piled up in debris 
  
California sunshine 
Five o'clock's the news 
Everybody's concubine 
Was prone to take a snooze 
  
Sorry we're so sorry
Don't be sorry
Man has known
And now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an aweful job
And now we're just a little too late