The Wheel (Would It Be So Wrong?) (Radio Edit) Lyrics

One foot in Cali and one in the car

Gonna be a rockstar

Got no job, got no money, I've made it this far

Good God, save me Jesus, you're trying too hard

Ninety-nine degrees in the human bazaar

Check the doppler radar

There's no rain for the moment, but don't go too far

I've got bottled water in the back seat of my Jaguar

A healthy dose of pleasure

Synthesized, but it will do the trick, you'd never know

The City of the Flies

Caught in the most peculiar web of lies you've ever known

I'll pose the question

Would it be so wrong

To settle down on the verge of independence?

Would it be so wrong

To save face in the face of all this opposition?

Would it be so wrong

To sit one out, and get shuffled in the wheel?

Would it be so wrong

To die young, if by ninety-nine I've done nothing?

Saving it for later or for all I can stand

Got the doorknob in my hand

Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom, I walked in the room

Good God, save me Jesus, a little too soon

Resting my head after hours of trying

You wouldn't believe it, the death I've been dying

But I found a proxy, a dramatization

It's not what I live for, but it's consolation

The City of the Flies

Caught in the most peculiar web of lies you've ever known

I'll pose the question

Would it be so wrong

To settle down on the verge of independence?

Would it be so wrong

To save face in the face of all this opposition?

Would it be so wrong

To sit one out, and get shuffled in the wheel?

Would it be so wrong

To die young, if by ninety-nine I've done nothing?

Would it be so wrong to join a cover band?

And rest my head on someone else's songs?

(But let me tell ya you'll make a lot of money)

City's full of spiders

And pitcher plants so sweet

Drink a little nectar friend

You'll never leave

Would it be so wrong

To settle down on the verge of independence?

Would it be so wrong

To save face in the face of all this opposition?

Would it be so wrong

To sit one out, and get shuffled in the wheel?

Would it be so wrong

To die young, if by ninety-nine I've done nothing?