Nothing but a mudpie

Wrapped up inside with a pretty bow

Nothing but a castle built

On top a swamp of quicksand

And inside these cardboard walls

And saran wrapped windows

Theres a rust pot of fool’s gold

That you got with your life

[your guess is as good as mine]..loyalties

How you taught yourself to walk like royalty

Until the day you became his praise

You tripped over your incumbent

You wash your hair in that luca oil

Then you wrap your head up with tin foil

And prance around in your bathrobe

Pretending you’re a king



Chorus: just spinning home

Sinking faster now

Well you can follow your rainbows

And I will follow the son now

Wherever he goes

It’s not to far to run

So I will follow the son

Follow the son



Nothing but a clandar hanging on your wall

It’s 23 years old

Nothing but a for sale sign

On a house that’s already sold

Trying to chew through

That chocolate covered barbed wire

’cause there’s a mountain

Of beautiful filth

Waiting on the other side

Chorus

Clever lives end up rusty and forgotten

Brilliant minds end up with false amours

What I thought was so deep ended up so hallow

And what I thought had meaning ended up so shallow

Well you can follow your rainbows

And I will follow the son now

Wherever he goes

It’s not to far to run

So I will follow the son

Follow the son