Gloomy Planets

Idiot job 203 Newspapers shoot their letters at me I'm alone at last with every other me Guardian help me, angel shoot All you ghosts stand by and salute And explain: Why is everything so locked up? Lake is empty, lake is full People say it's a push and pull I know I did the wrong mistake again. Guardian help me, angel shoot All you ghosts stand by and salute And explain: Why is everything so locked up? I don't blame it on the front row don't blame it on them ruin gla*s don't blame it on the signal don't blame it on the steering wheel don't blame it on the logbooks 'Cause I know they stray Like all the cars in NY Like all the lights on New Year Like all these gloomy planets You know they stay Anyway.