I am not what I was promised
I am not what I promised
As promised 
Going to the promised land

The island
Big Island
Pie in the sky
And a penny for your dreams

Not what it seems
This life

Cliched
And tired, tired, weary to the bone
Go home

Behind the gates
A special fire awaits
I will meet you there my love
And you will teach me how to moan

All angels have wings
This one's got extra
This one stings

While the lazy globe sings
About all its fortunes and blessings
Between meaningingless confessings

In a hollow full of answers and guessings
I'm guessing
My contribution is received in a shrug

Soul dead and brain fried
Here begins my....