Margaritas at the Mall
Drawn up all my findings
And I warn you they are candid
My every day begins
With reminders I've been stranded on this
Planet where I've landed
'Neath this gray as granite sky
A place I wake up blushing like I'm ashamed to be alive
How long can a world go on under such a subtle God?
How long can a world go on with no word from God?
See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God
We're just drinking margaritas at the mall
That's what this stuff adds up to after all
Magenta, orange, acid green
Peacock blue and mercury
Drinking margaritas at the mall
Standing in the shadows of the signposts on the road
Fifty gates of understanding, forty-nine are closed
Yes, I guess this time I really hit that number on the nose
What I'd give for an hour with a tower on the throne
How long can a world go on under such a subtle God?
How long can a world go on with no word from God?
See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God
We're just drinking margaritas at the mall
This happy hour's got us by the balls
Magenta, orange, acid green
Peacock blue and mercury
Drinking margaritas at the mall
We're just drinking margaritas at the mall
Drinking margaritas at the mall
And I warn you they are candid
My every day begins
With reminders I've been stranded on this
Planet where I've landed
'Neath this gray as granite sky
A place I wake up blushing like I'm ashamed to be alive
How long can a world go on under such a subtle God?
How long can a world go on with no word from God?
See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God
We're just drinking margaritas at the mall
That's what this stuff adds up to after all
Magenta, orange, acid green
Peacock blue and mercury
Drinking margaritas at the mall
Standing in the shadows of the signposts on the road
Fifty gates of understanding, forty-nine are closed
Yes, I guess this time I really hit that number on the nose
What I'd give for an hour with a tower on the throne
How long can a world go on under such a subtle God?
How long can a world go on with no word from God?
See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
Trotting the sod of the visible with no new word from God
We're just drinking margaritas at the mall
This happy hour's got us by the balls
Magenta, orange, acid green
Peacock blue and mercury
Drinking margaritas at the mall
We're just drinking margaritas at the mall
Drinking margaritas at the mall
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Writer(s): David Craig Berman
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