We're all holding onto banisters 
'Cause it's a long way 
It's a long way down 
And the enemy [bad word] sense 
Is a loose grip in a steep stairwell 

So toss me to and fro 
'Till I condemn the very scent 
Of being still 
And we'll litter all the way 
Shed all our trappings 
For the rest to wade through 
No matter how narrow is our path 

And we could never name our burdens 
Still they pained us all the same 

I never knew my context 
But that's just fine 
Yeah I'm stuck outside of my shaking mind 
I never felt an insight 
So ill-defined  [bad word] if you've still got time 

So we're all ordaining ministers 
'Cause we can't keep 
No we can't keep clean 
We've been deferring to a hypocrite 
With a kind voice and a loud idea 

He divided up the races 
With a pencil and the book of Genesis 
And sorted us [bad word] and colonies 
All pitted up against each other 
No matter [bad word] is our cause 

I was a visionary 'till I sold my vision 
You were a missionary who misplaced your mission 

I collected up my fillings and my crowns 
And went to sleep without a sound 
To distribute all my thoughts 
Among inanimate depictions 
Of myself.