Oh, I just don't get it, can't seem to make sense
I got some jumbled up thoughts in my jumbled up head
I keep stumbling around on some jumbled up legs
I keep grumbling out some jumbled up text

Holding up both sides on the side of the road
Holding up your store, holding up your home
With the evening news of filth and wounds
A picket and a funeral on Sunday afternoon

Oh, that light shines bright in your eyes
You gotta find your confidence, learn your lines
Pick your class, pick your crime
Better take a breath, take it quick
'Cause it's piling up, yeah, the layer's getting thick
And oh, I just can't seem to find the time

Alligator skin, oh yeah, you know that's how it is
Rubber necking, oh yeah, you know that's how it is
Trash piling, oh yeah, you know that's how it is

When it's all so boring, ninety nine cents
Up in your face, you know they got it
Got plastic stacked on cheap bank cubes
A perfect place for them to hang their noose

And everyone's got a buy and they talk, talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk about it
And they draw some line and make some point
Which way is right
And oh, I just can't seem to find the time
Oh, that light shines bright in your eyes

Alligator skin, oh yeah, you know that's how it is
Rubber necking, oh yeah, you know that's how it is
Trash piling, oh yeah, you know that's how it is

Alligator skin, oh yeah, you know that's how it is
Rubber necking, oh yeah, you know that's how it is
Trash piling, oh yeah, you know that's how it's got to

Oh no, yeah, it's got to be
Oh no, that's how it's got to be
That's how it's got to be