Pollyanna

Pollyanna
I swear everything is fine
There's no cockroach in the ointment
There's no blight upon the vine

Pollyanna
I swear everything is cool
And even if it isn't
Hell, there's not much you can do

All this worry's gonna fill your mind
Like the rising ocean
Like your cheap red wine
It's not your fault
You didn't start the fire
But now it's burning like a
Funeral pyre

Pollyanna
You just go from day to day
Stopped reading the newspapers
It's all bullshit anyway

Pollyanna
When you're in your bed at night
Do you watch the ceiling fan
And think of shit you wanna buy?

And all this worry's gonna fill your mind
Like the rising ocean
Like your cheap red wine
It's not your fault
You didn't start the fire
But now it's burning like a
Funeral pyre

Born under a sign
A comet in the Sky
Your parents read the astral charts
The planets all aligned
They named you for the times...

"Pollyanna" well it fills your mind
It's the rising ocean
Your cheap red wine
It's not your fault
You didn't start the fire
But grab your bucket
Gotta try to fight it