Delivering Idiots - Stabilo

I’m grateful for these things

These things are grateful for me

But these

These gifts are plagues

And these plagues are candy-coated

But I only hope it brings

A smile on those other

Little useless things

These hands are tied

To an arm and to an eye that won’t abide

Now I’m not doing that well today

Self-control was never my forté

So I call a friend

And Jesus with a pager and a Mercedes-Benz

'Cause there’s a limit to ourselves

And all the games we play

And it’s a metaphor we use to define our day

It’s only rhythm, it’s only sound

When we’re not accustomed to the tempo

When we find it too loud

And all the time

Yeah, you look like a star

And I talk like a fool

And I’m delivering idiots and photographs

It makes me look cool

It makes me look cool

I’m doing much better today

It’s just

It’s

It’s harder to focus on

The things I hate

I’m not too worried

'Cause I know I’ll get my vision back

At least I’ll have a weapon

To defend these attacks

If I could only find a filter for these tricks

Then I could bury the riddles deep

Deep in the mix

It’s not the lines, more the tone

Well, often it’s the volume

That can make it hit home

It’s not the songs

That determine if the record sells

It’s the faces in the videos

That we know so well

It’s the push

From the whores in the leather chairs

They package our emotions

And they market off tears

And the rise to the top is a fall from below

And I’ve never been one to see

Writing on walls

Still you call me crazy

And don’t walk on in

Don’t expect me to listen

Don’t you try to save me

Because I’m too impatient

Tall explanations

That make you feel like

You really reached me

I’m changing my ways

I believe

Oh ho oh

(Oh ho ho)

Ooh

Don’t talk about

What happened fourteen hours ago

And it’s okay if you smile

Okay if you smile

But please

When you look like a star

I talk like a fool

And I’m delivering idiots and photographs

It makes me look cool

It makes me look cool