I, Catallus.

Stoned, and I give in
Stoned on the silver screen
The strings that we live in
Are always pulling up and down it seems
Poor Judy

Poor Judy
Stoned, and I give in
Comes tapping at my walls again
Exacting as an old friend
Calling out

Poor Judy
Gets a lot of this
"Take these bitter leaves
From my windowsill"

Cursing, bodybound
Sprints through the forest singing
"Death is a train that cuts through state lines
A view is the offering
It's never too late to give up your seat
Don't worry"

Poor Judy
Still the oncoming rain
'Til the drink's gone, still the pain
(Still the offer there, the mess) You've been living
Oh, what an awful sight
You're not gonna beat this train
(Stoned, and I give in)
No one ever beats this train (no one ever)
It's bigger than us

Stoned, and I give in
Stoned on the silver screen
The strings that we live in
Are always pulling up and down on me
Poor Judy

"Death is a train that cuts through state lines
A view is the offering
It's never too late to give up your seat
Don't worry"