2 X 2

II x II they’re falling from the sky faster than God’s desire
In my eye more than the size of insects which swell in this hot place
Is where the flies fly ‘cause I never shut my mouth
It’s full of talking
I’ve got a lot of catching up to do
And when it gets you down you learn to take control
And blow it all away.
I have always wondered as you beat yourself into a fruity pulp
In which you’ll have your share of apple pie
It’s OK sometimes we spin right out and as for playing with fire
My brother proved that you can learn to walk on coals.
And when it gets you down you learn to take control
And Blow it all away.
Keeping up with virtue is the job of Saints and
You can’t really ask them as they’re buried dead and gone
They can’t put a foot wrong can they?
And it really is amazing as you seem to have a conscience
I thought oh no, here we go, here we go again.
And when it gets you down you learn to take control
And Blow it all away.
II x II they’re falling, falling from the sky
II x II they’re falling, falling from the sky