Case in Point

I'm a breather, mail receiver
 And I don't know where I stand
 Not since someone informed me
 That my house was built on sand
 And it's not the earth beneath me
 It's just the concept of the land
 And I'm standing on the corner
 When the buildings they all fell
 And you blink once you're a goner
 Everything just goes pell-mell
 It's a real hard sell
 My conceptual hell
 Not even good for kindling, no
 When the buildings they all fell
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 And I'm a breather, mail receiver
 Bottom feeder just getting by
 And you know it's all just par for the course
 But you blame it on some non-existent force
 Oh yeah, of course
 You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
 But still I try
 In a cartoon desert landscape
 With a pair of ACME jet-skates
 Focused on my destination
 I seem to have forgot my station
 Now it's time to face the nation
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 And I'm riding to meet you
 On a brown gray speckled mare
 But there's something that unnerves me
 Like I'm riding on thin air
 These few doubts disserve me
 Thinking no one really cares
 And I'm jumping over fences
 On this obstacle course
 But it seems I'm getting nowhere
 On the concept of the horse
 It's a real hard sell
 My conceptual hell
 Not even good for kindling, no
 When the buildings they all fell
 And I'm a breather, bottom feeder
 How many liters must I imbibe?
 And you know it's all just par for the course
 But you blame it on some non-existent force
 Oh yeah, of course
 You know you can't ride the concept of the horse
 But still I try