...just the way we are

Our heads in the ozone

And our minds in Shangri-La

I've got blood on my hands

And sand between my toes now

If the crowd gets too unruly

We'll spray 'em with the hose now

I'm so bored with the whole thing

Keep hearing laughter when I turn

Seen a million sunlit faces

But none that really burned

I can't keep myself from laughing

When I spot someone possessed now

The fool that's always grinning

Never quite gets the jest now

But I know the one I'm laughing at

He plays it by the book

And screams for revolution

Behind his vacant look

But that's just the way we are

Our heads in the ozone

And our minds in Shangri-La

We'll keep their eyes red & runny

Kill them in their homes now

Watch them pray forgiveness

And pay interest on their loans now

It was us in the beamers

The penthouses and shrines

And if you want absolution

We can provide all kinds, provide all kinds

But that's just the way we are

Our heads in the ozone

And our minds in Shangri-La