Tundra/Desert - Modest Mouse

Every sick fickle fucker

Childhood's what makes you

'Till they treat ya like tundra

Weigh those opinions more like air than lead

Every planned occupation

Surefire disappointment up ahead

Till they treat ya like desert

See mirages of friendship, face turns red

Here's the soon-to-be anchor

Build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere

Every governor's mother knows

That their bread is buttered by Sam

And what about science?

They find proof and let you make your own decisions

Every child star wonders

If they have a future up ahead

Every kind-hearted banker

I don't think there is one

Every winning opinion

I wish I had one

Every winning opinion

I wish I had one

Stand on platforms in water

Filling jars full of silence, you'll get nowhere