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