"Poison Oak" lyrics

See you need to stand tall when you have your foot on someone's neck

Poison oak sprout
No drug, no drink, no smoke, I'm south
The only way to get out
Trudging through a spiritual drought
Everyone in the past!
Find the time or have yourself a fine time
Get in line or hit your prime
At a distance find an untroubled chime

Emotional crammer, everything at one time
Agonizing glamour, fall behind or I climb

All that I can make out
A blurry old fellow walking towards me in the rain
Ticket straight to hell or you jump out of the plane

The days are moving so fast
Depressing perspective
But attitudes remain vast
Everyone lives in the past!
By dime humans made stay harassed
Concentrating on the forecast
While heaps of life in the moment become the past

All that I can make out
A blurry old fellow walking towards me in the rain
Ticket straight to hell or you jump out of the plane