Love Me A Good Microcosm Lyrics

I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home
I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home

I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home
I'll be the bright white light at the end of the road
Letting everybody know that it is time to go home

Oh, that it's time to go home

Oh, I wonder what it would be like to believe in the afterlife
I'd probably smile every time I sang
I'd probably gun around town shouting some obscure ancient man's name

No, I don't believe in the afterlife
I believe there's a thing called a gun, and there are things called knives
I believe they can destroy everything that you are inside
I believe nothing escapes once they decide

I know it's not easy being green
Orbiting the biggest star in the galaxy, me
You're just a moon, you shine through
But you reflect me, too
You're just a moon
When you die, too, more will be born to project through

But when my supernova hits
Maybe you will escape it
Yeah, when that supernova splits
Maybe you will escape it
Yeah, when that supernova splits
Maybe you will escape it

And you can tell the tale of the flame
Who up and changed his name
You can tell them how super I became
Yeah, you can tell them what it sounded like when I fried the final brain
'Cause you can glorify the old pages
And be responsible for the new cages
Or you can say to hell with me
And you can get creative

So yeah, 666
You can call me a beast
But dial 666
When you decide it's to come back and talk to me

I'll be waiting in the clouds
I've been shaping them into our new house
And when I hear the doorbell
I'll run and cover up my sulfur smell
Untangle my hair, my horns to greet you
Don't look up at them, look at what's underneath you

We're in the clouds
We're in the clouds
We're in the clouds
Right above Jerusalem
Don't mind the flies
Baby, you'll get used to them

We're in the clouds
Right above Jerusalem
Don't mind the flies
Baby, you'll get used to them

I'll be the bright white light at the end of the show
Letting everybody know that they are almost back home
I'll be the bright white light at the end of the show
Letting everybody know that it is time to go home

Oh, that it's time to go home
Oh, that it's time to go home
Oh, yeah, it's time to go home