Levitate the Pentagon,
burn the witches from your eyes.
You said
you swore you saw it rise.
Levitate the Pentagon,
let the losers tell their side.
You said
you swore you saw it rise.
Pain's a secret no one keeps.
You're the lie that I believe.
Hanging out outside church basements,
waiting for meetings to end.
Half our friends are in recovery,
half our friends are dead.
Well, smoking won't get you sober,
and the drugs no longer work.
We've got coke, but no keys, no car, no home.
Levitate the Pentagon,
burn the witches from your eyes.
You said
you swore you saw it rise.
Levitate the Pentagon,
let the losers tell their side.
You said
you swore you saw it rise.
Now you're in a strip club in DC at 3 in the afternoon,
trying to convince some sad refugee you're different.
But like a self-help book at the STD clinic, that ship has sailed that ship sailed,
all the ships have sailed. You've always had a Clintonian grasp of truth and beauty.
You were born to die in a better world than this one.
Your tombstone will read, "I tried, I failed; only God and everyone else can and should
judge me."
Levitate the Pentagon,
burn the witches from your eyes.
You said
you swore you saw it rise.
Levitate the Pentagon,
let the losers tell their side.
You said
you swore you saw it rise.