2005-07-19 | weird song
the march of the mongoose has begun now it's time for some real fun purple garbage cans full of people's lives decadence and gluttony scrubbed off of plates and knives by wives, and mothers, teachers of history why are we so afraid of making some history? blistery conditions make me long for some sleep whispering submission, secretly trying to sound deep loudly snoring, exploring my soul proudly boring, collecting lumps of coal christmas is coming, it's time for some food and disappointed children acting ruder than rude attitude is something we follow to much when you've got a decent one you're already in touch it doesn't need to be discussed, you just wish that you could trust someone other than yourself, because meeting people is a must I am dust, and you are wool I don't care anymore what it means to be cool I am rubber and you are glue If I wasn't so cheap, I'd get high off of you I'm not the cat's meow, but I am the bees knees and I can burn the whole forest down with just one tree I have written a thesis on the patterns of birds And I once took a pegasus to watch Revenge of the Nerds On the wings of a dream, I took a gander at the planets And got a tour of the Regal Begal from none other than Janet Dreams can show you things that reality won't No scores to settle, and no bones to throw There's a skull in my closet, but the body's long gone Skeleton's are people too, mine's named "Juan" Roll me down the hallway, I've got nothing left in my tank But before I go I've got some people to thank There will be time for that later, in another song I hope to see you there if you can wait that long I've got nothing to hide, just some things to conceal All my best friends are people that feel I can't really go into specifics Unfortunately, there are only a handful of them this side of the Pacific I've tried to find more, easier said than done two become one but one feels like none i got me a girl, but what happened to my friends? they come out of the woodwork every now and then like bored termites, fucking around with my head I have a feeling more will show up when I'm rich or dead
- premature ejaculation
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