The Air-conditioned Nightmare Lyrics - California - Mr. Bungle

Inside of me today 

There is no one 

Only asteroids and empty space 

A waste 

...They're looking through the windows at me... 

Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare 

Rots your brain just like a catchy tune, yeah 

You will hate life more than life hates you 

Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare 

...Burn all your mementos of me... 

Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare 

Rots your brain just like a catchy tune, yeah 

You will hate life more than life hates you 

Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare 

Walkin' on air 

Up from the wheelchair 

I'll find the suicide 

That I deserve 

Walkin' on sand 

Forgotten where I am 

But it's so comfortable 

Here in the sun... 

I only see rainbows 

Now that the bandages are gone 

Through my window, there 

From the skyscrapers 

Down to the submarines 

Birds and fairies 

Sanctuaries 

Atop the rolling hills of hell 

These words are sledgehammers 

Of truth 

That pound the iron heart 

Of sin 

Bloody smiling 

Vandalizing 

My wet dream is drying up... 

Walkin' on air 

Up from the wheelchair 

I'll find the suicide 

That I deserve 

Walkin' on sand 

Forgotten where I am 

But it's so comfortable 

Here in the sun... 

Where's my rainbow? 

Where's my halo? 

There's my halo!