Your bleeding hands

There you are

And you stand in the rain

And the rain fills your brain

And it makes you think that God

Was fucked up when he made this town

There you stand

With your bleedin' hands

And you don't understand

Why you work so goddamn hard

To be anything at all

There you are

And you drive in your car

And you wish for the stars

And you end up face down in the road

Dead as fuck

the Flaming Lips - There you are

In a priest driven ambulance (1990)