Caught In The Sun Lyrics - Singles - Mars Volta

I am coming this way 

Caught in this world 

Caught in this world 

Caught in this world 

You remember differing 

Who will save you? 

In your odd 

Who will be the first? 

And I feel sorry for all the anglophiles 

Who's a member of the sevenage of our club 

Let me see what's inside your backpack 

In a back full of bones 

And I know im in favor copied 

Are you caught in this land? 

Whats your odd? 

And I felt the tips of your paddling broken back up 

Scribbly written like a back capulary 

It beats all these coajulate seats 

That you so proudly wear around your necks like a badge of courage 

And this is where I'll be not having a bag of my privilege sworn 

And I'm wanted like a picket on your bleeding 

How blurred is it? 

How bad is it? 

Go to your... 

Tell me if the pair allergic 

Has equized in the used screams 

It has sewers swallowing in the vast fellony 

Its a blood sail in its hills 

It distracted to the animal farm 

Caught in this world