I'm a traveler
In a travelin' band
Wondering when has it ever been easy
A cast of billions
Echos in an empty hall
And they've got their minions
Digging a valley
Across the mystic elliptic
A micro-biologic shtick
You don't want any part of it
Ooh

And it's hectic
But I've come to expect it
You could go ballistic
Speaking in logistics
I could probably get elected
But I don't know how to fix it
It's a study in statistics

On the perimeter of the noble state of consciousnesses
A mummy in a myriad of modern day madness
Decapitation
Would seem like a vacation compared to this
With thing-a-ma-jig tootsie-pop hecatomb fires
Burning out of control on the front lines
Swimming in the shallow end of the gene pool
A total lack of candor
But I meander
Ooh

It's hectic
But I've come to expect it
You could go ballistic
Speaking in logistics
I don't wanna be elected
Cuz I don't know how to fix it

Loneliness is just a test of wills I guess
The longer you resist, confess
The basis of the quest
A coalition of the comb-less
And all their unruly hair
U-u-u-u-h-h-h-h!
An active collection of Red Rose figurines
Calling to the stars with stark juxtaposition
Ooh
Patterns of mitochondrial DNA
Wandering about eternity

It's hectic
But I've come to expect it
You could go ballistic
Speaking in logistics
It's just statistics

Men build walls to hide behind
It's outta sight to speak in 60's terms
Those who study the past are doomed to retweet it
But history can't be trusted
Even for a TV game show host
The Dalai Lama's got nothin' on me
Mitigate your baser tendencies
I'm rooting for my kids to win the lottery
Did you win yet
No

And it's hectic
But I've come to expect it
You could go ballistic
Speaking in logistics

Take the ticket
Dopes with an agenda
You spontaneously combust me
A little MP3 incongruity
The only thing I don't
Is know
Ooh
Forging ahead on an exploratory effort
Just like 20th century exiles
Ooh
Somebody gotta cut through
All this mumble jumble
Just stay out of the papers
Some things I've done
I wouldn't tell anyone
Ooh

And it's hectic
But I've come to expect it
You could go ballistic
Speaking in logistics
I could probably get elected
But I don't know how to fix it

A Peter Pan type A personality
And the dish ran away with the spoon
These are the kinds of things you don't wanna hafta think about
When you're lost in your thoughts
Spending my life chasing a ghost
You don't have to entirely cross the bridge
To get to the other side entirely
Trading dimes for dollars is easy
Ooh

And it's hectic
But I've come to expect it
You could go ballistic
Speaking in logistics
I could probably get elected
But I don't know how to fix it

Sometimes bad things happen
Don't spend any time wishing they hadn't
Don't know which side of the wall my head is on
I think it's rolling down the front lawn
Standing in front of an old friends home
Wondering if he still lives there
And what his wife's name is
Ooh
Death is such a terrible waste of one's precious memories
I can buy peace and harmony
In a little vial at the pharmacy
Ooh

And it's hectic
But I've come to expect it
Take the ticket
You could go ballistic
Speaking in logistics
I could get elected
I'm not too old
I'm not too old
I'm not old

I'm not old
Like you probably want to view me
I'm just skeered
Of a nu-kler bomb
Some things you don't know the price of
Until it's fully paid for
And the carnival magicians
Are on the sidelines lookin' on
Ooh
On a flat screen in a heebie-jeebie dream state
Even the two of spades can take the trick
If the time is right
The light at the end of the tunnel is burned out
Somebody has to change the bulb
A tragic waste of perfectly good human metabolism
With a hole in the frontal lobe
In the umbrella of the nightfall
Beautiful things fall apart
Ooh

And it's hectic
But I've come to expect it
You could go ballistic
Speaking in logistics
I could get elected
But I don't know how to fix it
It's study in statistics
Aaaaahhhh

It's hectic
It's hectic
But I've come to expect it
You could go ballistic
Speaking in logistics
I could get elected
But I don't know how to fix it
It's just statistics
Oh, and I forgot to tell you one more thing