Superabound Lyrics - Frank Black

You heard the sun today, there she blows, there she blows 

You saw the wind are shining, you don't know, you don't know 

You felt a tree that does fall, you don't know, that's okay 

You don't have much taste for bouquet 

I'm bored with the valleys and bored with the peaks 

So I bought a ticket to the freaks, I saw a chicken with two heads 

Saw something else that was headless, then P.T. said see the egress 

'Cause you move when the salesman speaks 

I superabound, but I still got nothing to do 

A space is made by telephone, they thought time would be overthrown 

And they compiled a wish list, from Mars duels to a dish kissed 

I tried to talk to the ishist, but he was debating with his clone 

I superabound, but I still got nothing to do 

Well, they thought it was a coup, but they still got nothing to do 

You must see my domicile, I had it built in decastyle 

The other day at the potlatch, come visiting was a sasquatch 

He said although I'm a mismatch, or could I stay just for a while? 

'Cause the likes of us are few, yeah, and we still got nothing to do 

I superabound, but I still got nothing to do