JIM'S BIG EGO: unpop for the unpopulous!

There's no priest in the dream
he rollerskates through hell
with just wings on his feet
because all the eagles fell last week
and there's no way to tell
whether or not all of this is true
and there's no way to believe all the things I don't say to you

Don't look at me
the way you knew I knew you'd look at me
and don't talk to me
like I was someone else
and don't say to me
all those things you saved up all day
to say to me
cause there's no way to believe all the things that you say to me

The soup is good -yeah
How was your day - yeah
Mine was fine - yeah walking home
all the buses turned to flame
and the sky went wild
and all of the clouds went down the drain
and then you smiled
and I knew I would not get through
cause there's no way to believe
all the things I don't say to you
yeah there's no way to believe
all the things I don't say to you
cause I know you won't believe

There's no priest in the dream
he rollerskates through hell...