So Hard To Make Things Out Lyrics - Frank Black And The Catholics

I'm going out to big plains 

To see the spirits rise 

Out tonight to watch them 

Do their thing 

If you're coming out with big plains 

To find some paradise 

Well, there's nothing 

Here to do but limboing 

And some went back 

They couldn't face the black 

So they're going back today 

With their personal things 

I couldn't go back 

I didn't have the knack 

Yeah, so I'll be staying on with my personal things 

I'll be staying on with my personal things 

Well, they call this a life I live 

On ninety-sixth floor 

And they call it a life he lives 

That's a guy next door 

Life on the mighty brick tiers 

I tried on the ninety-sixth floor 

Mighty brick tiers 

Ninety-sixth floor 

Something had to give 

Why is it so hard to live? 

It's just so hard to make things 

It's just so hard to make things 

Why is it so hard to live? 

It's just so hard to make things out 

Well, I have a suggestion 

As you bark your querying 

Well, there ain't no congestion 

On a dark Hyperion 

In the night 

In the night 

Oh, no congestion 

On a dark Hyperion 

Why, why, why, why? 

Why is it so hard to live? 

It's just so hard to make things 

It's just so hard to make things 

Why is it so hard to live? 

It's just so hard to make things out 

Well, I'll tell you my philosophy 

Things must have been grand 

Way back in the old country 

In a younger land 

Yeah, now I can hardly wait, yeah 

I can hardly wait to see them rise 

Oh, I can hardly wait yeah 

For it to materialize 

Oh, I can hardly wait, yeah 

I can hardly wait, yeah 

I can hardly wait to see them rise 

They're so hard to make out 

They're so hard to make out