People II: The Reckoning

Nobody knows everything, we know this to be true Everything is difficult, except what′s in front of you But, it's complicated, even under your nose Bullshit math equations, and your highs, and your lows And your manic depression, it comes, and it goes Your parasympathetic nervous system, reacts And you′re in fight, or flight mode How's the world so small, when the world is so large? And what made the world, could I please speak to who's in charge? Everything is real, but, it′s also just as fake From your daughter′s birthday party to your grandmother's wake And your bipolar illness, it comes, and it goes You parasympathetic nervous system, reacts And you′re in fight, or flight You're in fight, or flight You′re in fight, or flight mode I've tried to know which words to sing, so many times And I′ve tried to know which chords to play And I've tried to make it rhyme And I've tried to find the key, that all good songs are in And I′ve tried to find the notes, to make that great resounding din But, there′s a bad man in everyone, no matter who we are There's a rapist, and a Nazi, living in our tiny hearts Child pornographers, and cannibals, and politicians, too There′s someone in your head waiting to fucking strangle you So here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, people love you more, oh never-mind, oh, never-mind In fucking fact, Mrs. Robinson, the world won′t care whether you live, or die, you live, or die In fucking fact, Mrs. Robinson, they probably hate to see your stupid face, your stupid face So here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, you live in an unforgiving place