Case in Point

I'm a breather mail receiver

And I don't know where I stand

Not since someone informed me

That my house was built on sand

And it's not the earth beneath me

It's just the concept of the land

And I'm standing on the corner

When the buildings they all fell

If you blink once you're a goner

Everything just goes pell-mell

It's a real hard sell

My conceptual hell

Not even good for kindling

When the buildings they all fell

I'm a breather mail receiver

Bottom feader just getting by

And you know it's all just par for the course

But you blame it on some non-existent force

Oh yeah, of course

You know you can't ride the concept of the horse

But still I try

In a cartoon desert landscape

With a pair of ACME jetskates

Focused on my destination

I seem to have forgot my station

Now it's time to face the nation

And I'm riding to meet you

On a brown gray speckled mare

But there's something that unnerves me

Like I'm riding on thin air

These few doubts disserve me

Thinking no one really cares

And I'm jumping over fences

On this obstacle course

But it seems I'm getting nowhere

On the concept of the horse

It's a real hard sell

My conceptual hell

Not even good for kindling

When the buildings they all fell

I'm a breather

Bottom feader

How many liters

Must I imbibe

And you know it's all just par for the course

But you blame it on some non-existent force

Oh yeah, of course

You know you can't ride the concept of the horse

But still I try