Wise (Summer '99)

Sitting in a bowling alley
Trying to write a song called wise
'Coz I heard myself sing it in a
Dream one night and stupidly
Took it as a sign

And if the girl dropping a bowling
Ball over the railing and
Onto a head is an omen
I might as well flip you a coin
Smaller that what goes into phones

'Coz I can't do it
I can't be wise
I can't even try to be wise

I ripped the head off of Alfredo
Garcia and tried to bowl it
But I was so mad when I killed him
That my fingers went through to his brain
So he stuck to my hand

And when my bowling partner
Asked me to leave could I blame him?
There stared all the employees
At the bleeding skull on my arm
When the racks were filled with balls

'Coz I can't do it
I can't be wise
I can't even try to be wise

buddha would tell me not to try to win
buddha would tell me not to force my grin
buddha would tell me not to kick old men in the shins
but I killed him
I guess that makes me wise