2002-09-13 | BYRON ALLEN'S STEAK HOUSE

written in bend, oregon 3-4 years ago

"TJ FINE"

i admitted that my vision wasn't x-ray

they grilled me on and on 'til the next day

interrogating me 'til i felt violated

berating me, breaking me, like g.g. i felt hated

advertising me as some tyrannical whore

my welfare was warfare, to them i'm a bore

i'm just a pawn in a chess game of fools

they found me crying out in front of my old school

head in my hands laying on the playground

"safe" i couldn't stand, but i managed to stay sound

i'm tj fine and i'm here to flop

i'm doing just fine, but i'm here to drop

i told 'em that my sight wasn't out of mind

i wasn't quite sure what they thought they'd find

my mind isn't here, and i'm not quite focused

their eyes affixed on me like blood thirsty locusts

exploiting me as a fanatical tyrant

torturing me with fire hoses attached to fire hydrants

they made me watch byron allen for 10 hours

until they realized i actually enjoyed it

they threw a brick at my head but it just stuck

they tried to swerve me but they were running out of luck

my human spirit payed off for once

my human spirit payed dues

my human spirit really payed off for me

it made me lose my image of you

- premature ejaculation | tantra +