i want to go back to the way it used to be before the bad guys came out on the trees and pulled the sky down on top of the dark brown sticky soft packed earth on my heart i only want to be that hero saving you from the damn car bombings in afghanistan i don t want to be damned i want to be tan i want to be a real man i want to take you out on the town and give you some good times to throw around in your head when you re old and you ve got no friends i ll make the good times never end and there will be hand grenades keep the pins in their pockets open you up fill you up with rockets so you can go anywhere you like any ol time the way the rings around the jersey shore can fill you up with blue forever more i ll lift you up without letting you down keep all your dreams from turning brown and all the birds will keep lifting you up and then into the air and into the thin space between the here and now oh i ll i can t stop hitting myself over the head i do my best to keep up with the dead i don t know why everybody s in my high oh i feel like flying trying to put the bats back into the dark black of my heart i made out a jam it s all good until somebody catches a feelin and i m feeling again la la la la 