Joke about nothing and you'll be forgiven

the laughs are just dying out one by one

the lonelies are coming to gather their forces

left on a string, the emptiness forges us on and on

on and on a weakness so strong you could wrap your arms around it

smother cheeks and smothered arms

sad but it's not maybe just for a moment

why won't you hold me?

why won't you carry me on and on? No more patient

on and on

no more patient simple you might think but wary of reason

you give up on what you think's dying out

your words aren't funny your poetry's false

maybe they'll like it, maybe they won't

you can face them on

no more patient

face them on

no more patient

face them on

no more patient

face them on

no more patient hey there young man come understand

the ways you need to heal

I see your stress come take our test

come on this *** is real you need help (x8) I went downtown to look around

and see how people feel

this lady beckons me to come

and "boy why don't ya kneel?" you need help (x8) We let you in we see your face

and then we slap you on the wrist

and when you try to leave it's much too late

cause we've got you on the mother-*** list you need help (x8)