From the recording The State Of My Mind
Lyrics
Because we saw the world in narrow portrait
Living way above our head
Each of us turned out to be a featherweight
Unprepared for the bloodshed
We don't have eyes for the beauty of the landscape
Disfigured by the memory of a videotape
The only way to save us is to drop dead
A time lapse of wasted lives
Going to places that righteous men fear to tread
All because of our ex-wives
Those bitches didn't like to be called names anymore
Little did they know we had something else for them in store