Help me make my mind open, as he tied up my shoes My ego sang me lullabies, and my conscience sang the blues It took me to a crossroads once, and said I had a choice But he couldn't hear me make my bed, over his own voice So if I climb the mountain now, in my patent leather shoes And I touch the hand of God up there, will you still help me choose? They tried to tell me you were cold, and you're impossible to hurt Now I've heard that said about the both of us, they should put it on a t-shirt If that's true about the both of us, they should put it on a t-shirt Yes I got your article, on the shape of things to come I'm glad you're feeling guilty now, that you're better off than some But I think you sent donations to the wrong side of the road So I took them from their windowsill, and served a mammal They tried to tell me you were cold, but they need your frizzer Now I've heard that said about the both of us, they should put it on a t-shirt If that's true about the both of us, they should put it on a t-shirt They should put it on a t-shirt Why don't they put it on a t-shirt? Why don't they put it on a t-shirt? Help me make my mind up then, cause you're tying up my shoes My ego sent me a lullaby, and my conscience sang the blues I'm sleeping in the kitchen now, her feet are in the hall My picture's on the piano, my head is off the wall They tried to tell me you were cold, but you're impossible to hurt Now I've heard that said about the both of us, they should put it on a t-shirt If that's true about the both of us, they should put it on a t-shirt If that's true about the both of us, they should put it on a t-shirt If that's true about the both of us, why don't they put it on a t-shirt?