555 Lyrics

The tiny church sits on the flat horizon

The gray ocean sky looking down

As if on a hangman's gallows

The steeple sorta flipping the bird

To the Atlantic shallows

And I drove all the way up 95

A suitcase full of candles and arcane stone glyphs

Just hoping to find this unlocked door

Where I could draw a pentagram

In sidewalk chalk on the plywood floor

But nobody, nobody, nobody

Shows up to my party when summoned

So I pack up my shit and I curse at the dead

And I wipe off the tears and the symbol on my forehead

And drive

Until the contacts fall out of my eyes

No luck with red lights or the blood sacrifice

Seems I'm always one short and come up with three fives

So I drive

Until the contacts fall out of my eyes

Looking for answers from the other side

'Til I find a small wooded clearing that will tell me why I'm still alive

There's a strange old stonework Dunkin Donuts

Just off the highway leading towards

Long Island, Oyster Bay

And I order a Girl Scout cookie latte

While the employees all stare at the blood on my face

And I head back to the rich couple tied up in their foyer

And overall I'm a good person, so I bought them both

A couple of fresh boston creams

And I take off the gags and I smile

And I put a finger over my lips so they know not to scream

But nobody, nobody, nobody

Can shut up all the thoughts in my head

And my heart's just not in it, so I cut off the ropes

And I leave with my head low, but I gather my last hopes

And drive

Until the contacts fall out of my eyes

No luck with red lights or the cops or last rites

Seems I'm always one short and come up 555

So I drive

Until the contacts fall out of my eyes

Looking for answers from the other side

'Til I find a tall hooded figure who will tell me why I'm still alive