Past Lives Follow

I just got back from 20 years of shopping
the only thing I bought was a cage
to lock up my heart inside a cynical skull that sings, "everything gets worse with age!"

how how tell me how
I want to start all over again.
I want to tell you something you don't know
but everything I know has been told.
I can loose my concentration.
I can't seem to loose control.
how how I don't know how
I want to start all over again.
I don't need ancient wisdom, dull and old.
I don't need future visions, promissory notes.
Give me something here and now that I can use, like the bang bang baby of a beat of a drum and a skull, brand new.

Come on and take me to the bank, I've gotta beg for a loan. A three year lease with the option to buy a brand new skull. Take me to the bank, I've gotta beg for a loan. Trade all the memories I hold in my head for a brand new skull.

I love to hear the pigeons purr.
I can't hear the mocking birds sing.
Give me one two three more years
to try to forget everything.
how how I don't need you how
I want to start all over again.