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I'm a breather mail receiver And I don't know where I stand Not since someone informed me That my house was built on sand And it's not the earth beneath me It's just the concept of the land And I'm standing on the corner When the buildings they all fell If you blink once you're a goner Everything just goes pell-mell It's a real hard sell My conceptual hell Not even good for kindling When the buildings they all fell I'm a breather mail receiver Bottom feader just getting by And you know it's all just par for the course But you blame it on some non-existent force Oh yeah, of course You know you can't ride the concept of the horse But still I try In a cartoon desert landscape Letras de cancionesWith a pair of ACME jetskates Focused on my destination I seem to have forgot my station Now it's time to face the nation And I'm riding to meet you On a brown gray speckled mare But there's something that unnerves me Like I'm riding on thin air These few doubts disserve me Thinking no one really cares And I'm jumping over fences On this obstacle course But it seems I'm getting nowhere On the concept of the horse It's a real hard sell My conceptual hell Not even good for kindling When the buildings they all fell I'm a breather Bottom feader How many liters Must I imbibe And you know it's all just par for the course But you blame it on some non-existent force Oh yeah, of course You know you can't ride the concept of the horse But still I try From Letras Mania