It is a mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess, mess
It's a mess, 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 news, 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
Are the parts you'll probably want to scratch your eyes out for
I'm saying, by all means
Whatever get the vessel to caress the calm seas
It is a mess

Forecast's showing five spin kicks
High speed winds with a chance of flying wizard fists
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
M65 field jacket
I'm off to watch a guy steal a package

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