Median

Woke up in the median
On the five twenty-three
Well my car had rolled and burned going round a turn
But I was thrown free
I’m dancing for a miracle
Hanging by a thread
Every fiber of my being passing through the eye
Of the needle in my leg
So I breathe
Through a special machine
By the time they’re through with me
I’m gonna be just like the bionic man
So I wait
In a vegetative state
And I won’t get any older
Won’t ever die
Bye bye bye bye bye
Who’ll mow the lawn
Now that we live on the sun
Now that we live where the grass grows so beautifully
Right there in front of our house?
Who’ll be the one
To clean up the mess when they’re done?
Who’ll count the holes in my head after surgery?
Who’s gonna straighten me out?
Lord, I pray for the Good Lord to give me some peace
While I scrub out my insides on my hands and knees
I’m over the rainbow with you gone away
I knew I’d regret it someday
Who’ll mow the lawn
Now that we live on the sun
Now that we live where the grass grows so beautifully
Right there in front of our house?
Who’ll be the one
To clean up the mess when they’re done?
Who’ll count the holes in my head after surgery?
Who’s gonna straighten me out?
Who’ll mow the lawn?