I Can't Take It Anymore Lyrics

I walk in circles like the fool. Surrounding life and eating gruel

Considering the golden rule, I've lent the world a hand

Conceited in my poverty, I criticize those over me

And scoff at all their history. They'll never understand

I grew up wise within myself, with disregard for mental health

My visions of the greatest wealth brought minstrels to my door

They sang of truck stops on the moon, and of trying to get there too soon

Without the help of Woody's tune. A hero's dreams of war

And I'm sorry if it startles you. I can't take it anymore

A ghost is in my Fridgedaire.It's looking for the midnight air

And it clamors in a sad despair because death is losing ground

The winners, they want to prolong life, to make this world of ours a wife

You take the fork. I'll take the knife. And we'll feed upon its sound

But when the bells ring time to go, you'll find me cursing acid snow

'cause the friends I've had no longer know what it means to leave the shore

Ignoring what I know as pride, I try to keep the other side

From balancing its TV guide on my armchair that gets sore

And I'm sorry if it startles you. I can't take it anymore

Now it's like you to be cold as fear, at anytime of any year

No you shouldn't ask such a stupid seer to master what you've known

The torrents of the storm evolve, to give you problems that I can't solve

And it makes my spinal cord revolve, to see you sit there all alone

Outside above a private shower, where you base your dreams in any tower

With the vultures who will soon devour, the apple and the core

No it's not the art of looking good, and it's not this fancy neighborhood

It's just doing what I thought I should, that forced me to explore

And I'm sorry if it startles you. I can't take it anymore

So rest your head against my skin, and we'll watch the carnival begin

The price is paid. It's time to win. The sirens sing so wild

A patient doctor's evening prayer has told me that there's no one there

And the witches say it isn't fair when the stovepipes spare the child

So tonight I left the floor to try, to find a reason not to cry

The furniture had its reply, and it whispered (Shouted). to the floor

He ought to build his castles strong, on the images that built this song

On the weakness in the eyes that long for others to get poor

And I'm sorry if it startles you. I can't take it anymore