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

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