Part of the Landscape

You didn't lose your crown

It just melted down

And you mixed it up

In a highball cup

And so you drink alone

In a Bucky dome

On a high up hill

With tastes that kill

And you look on down

At an old coal town

It's almost alright

When the sun sets right

But it's a cloudy sky

So you can't deny

It's exactly as cold and empty as it looks

I just can't look

This past, it's everywhere I turn

Just crumbling, nothing left to burn

This rust ain't going anywhere

It's part of the landscape now, it's the color of your hair

So you'll die alone

In an Eichler home

And you look around

At a town, burned down

And now you half-ass pray

For a drop of rain

But it's exactly as desert dry as you'd expect

What did you expect?

This past, it's everywhere I turn

Just crumbling, nothing left to burn

This ash ain't going anywhere

It's part of the landscape now, it's the color of my hair

It's part of the landscape now, it's the color of my hair

(Woo)