It is a mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess
It's a mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess
It's a mess out here

Blood in my hair, shit on my shoes, spit on my shirt
Ash in the air, ick on the nose, system alert
It might just be the dish we deserve
In the crystal ball it isn't always crystals and herbs
Some parts downpour, acid rain and power chords
Other parts you'll probably wanna scratch your eyes out for
I'm sayin', by all means
Whatever get the vessel to caress the calm seas
It is a mess
Forecast showing five spin kicks
High speed winds with a chance of flying wizard fist
If you can't defend yourself, it ain't because the system's rigged
Granted, the system's rigged
I poke my head out from a window on the second floor
I check the city's pulse, assess the pecking order
M-65 field jacket
I'm off to watch a guy steal a package
It's a mess

It is a mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess
It's a mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess
It's a mess out here