Damn, this situation's new to me, why? I see a head afraid to be himself, I bet he'd to have a little encouragement from the opposite, come that side of the floor...Yes! Egg him along, make him feel at ease with himself, steal his clothes, leave him his shoes, let's get this marmaduke naked! Makehim feel at ease, let's get this maraduke naked so lose your head and go to pieces..... Don't you make fun of me... don't you make fun of me! I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer! Oohh... now that the basics are down, converse amongst yourselves. But, keep an eye out for the next complication. In other words, grab the next motherfucker marmaduke, who refuses to submit to these pelvic ostentations. I can't wait until the syllables bend. Let's get this marmaduke naked, let's get this marmaduke naked... so lose your head and go to pieces! Don't you make fun of me... don't you make fun of me! I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Who am I? I am I. Who are you? You are me! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! I'll get a new one, then! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Up until this day; I take a look, a look around, gas limited. Up untile this day; I look around, I tell myselfI live again! Shaft.... where's Lorena when we need her?
What if your brain, unexpectedly and suddenly, picked out things to flip around and view a lot differently? What if blue sky, all of a sudden turned a purple hue? We would shit a brick the size of all of it... what if? What if I was just daydreaming? What if I lived in a pear? What if my watch read 4:20 every hour, every day? You can bet your dollar I'd be happy! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy! What if mothballs, hangin' around too close to microwaves suddenly woke up and said, 'Take me to your leader or die by fly guy! He'll push ya' out, no wings attached!' Just do as I say, no mistake, he'll blow away. What if I was daydreaming? What if I lived in a pear? What if I had a mustard drenched cucumber tied to my leg and I did not want my pants to get dirty? What if this, what if that?! Go! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
I forgot to remember my...PAIN! My pain! Forgot to inject my...cocaine! Forgot to apply my...rogaine! Forgot to remember...my pain! I never think, I never thought, oh maybe I'm insane! I think I like being way the fuck out of my brain! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
We could live in a house outside of town, we could build our own version of society, well...there'd be no one to answer to and complicate our lives, we could be the opitome of self sufficience. Time to pay! To Pay! Time to pay; you've got to pay me! Why should I? Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on. Why should we carry on your false integrity? When you've shown us that you can't even keep your nest clean. So far we've put financial gain ahead of human needs, quality of our lives should be prioritized. Time to pay! To Pay! Time to pay; you've got to pay me! Why should I? Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on. Modify your version so we can carry on. To carry on. To be conclusive, I'd like to say, you've done a super-fine job with your display. I see now that you cannot comprehend what it means to respect your life and then some! To be rich, that would be great. No, but it doesn't mean POO-POO without your nest! So why should I pay for your mistake, man? Why should I? Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on. Modify your version so we can carry on. To carry on.
Floatin' 'round my brain, tryin' to think about the other thing. Than that thought you know I'm considering. What if what I thought, about who I think I thought I was, was nothing more than my cerebellum slobbering? Azwethinkweism is hard to think about, but simple to trust. You'll know yer on it when your brain won't stop to take a break, no! So when donut boy comes askin' around, tryin' to figure out somethin' new, you just smile and say, "Pardon you! I'm sifting through some particles and farcing through some folds. I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds!" So I think upon that ponder while I'm pondering the thought, just thinkin' about the thinkweiz is leaving me distraught! Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz, lookin' like we think we do. Like we think we do. Some think I'm insane, 'cause I think about the other thing, than that one thought you call reality. What if what you thought, about who you think you thought you were, was nothing more than illusion rapidly crumbling! Azwethinkweism should be a topic we all can trust. It's just too bad that it makes your head go zippitykrack @#$% dang! So when donut boy comes sniffing around trying to figure out something new, you just laugh and say "Pardon you, I'm sifting through some particles and farcing through some folds. I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds." So I think upon that ponder while I'm pondering the thought, just thinking about the thinkweiz is leaving me distraught. Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz, lookin' like we think we do. Like we think we do. So what if what you thought about the thinkweiz was nothing like you think you are? You'd probably more than likely be a lookyloo lookin' like you think you do. Like you think you do
About a hundred years ago now, thought I was left for dead. Soliloquy, she was my... A picture, a wake, my metaphoric friend. So then I fell in love with an irony named life, it taught me this from that and... a picture, a wake, you're gonna be hilikus. History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go! You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS! So I took a walk outside with my new found friend and the knowledge imbibe. I figured I'd find another with the same attitude, yes, then maybe I could talk to someone other than myself! The doors are now swinging wide open, a positive attitude and the ilk in my pocket had a lot to do with my new found friend, the hilikus. History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go! You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS!
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore Maybe its me, but this life isn't going anywhere Maybe if we looked hard enough we could find a back door Find yourself a back door I see you in line dr
Will I ever get to where I'm going? Will I ever follow through with what I had planned. I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted and the directions for me are a lot less in demand. Will I ever get to where I'm going? If I do, will I know when I am there? If the wind blew me in the right direction would I even care? I would. I take a look around; it's evident the scene has changed. And there are times when I feel improved upon the past. Then there are times when I can't seem to understand at all and yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere... really fucking fast.
Blink and you miss a beat Keep pne of your eyes open at all times. Think that you're on the brink? The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan. Consequence you'll see will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes. Situation has a stink. Better clear the air
I'd like to close my eyes and go numb But there's a cold wind coming from The top of the highest high rise today Its not a breeze cuz it blows hard Yes and it wants me to discard The humanity I know, watched the warmth blow away.. :: :: So don't let
It's coming around again They're letting it out again, again It's coming around again They're letting it out again, again It's coming around again They're letting it out again, again It's coming around again They're letting it out again When it comes, it
Meet me in outer space We could spend the night Watch the Earth come up I've grown tired of that place Won't you come with me We could start again How do you do it Make me feel like I do How do you do it It's better than I ever knew Meet me in outer spa
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow If I hadn't assembled myself, I'd have fallen apart by now If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow Powers that be, would have swallowed me up But that's more than I can allow Bow, aww yeah If you let them make you, they'll make you paper mache At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes Then you crumble and blow away If you let them fuck you, there will be no fore-play Rest assured, they'll screw you complete Til your ass is blue and gray You should make amends with you If only for better health, better health But if you really want to live Why not try, and make yourself Make yourself Make yourself If I hadn't made me, I'd have fallen apart by now I won't let them make me, It's more than I can allow So when I make me, I won't be paper mache And if I fuck me, I'll fuck me my own way POW, fuck me in my own way POW, fuck me in my own way POW, fuck me in my own way Fuck me in my own way You should make amends with you If only for better health, better health But if you really want to live Why not try, and make yourself Make yourself Make yourself Make yourself Make yourself
Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer It's driven me before and it seems to have a vague haunting mass appeal But lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there with open arms and open eyes Yeah Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there I'll be there So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive
It's driven me before it seems to be the way that everyone else get around But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there with open arms and open eyes Yeah Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there I'll be there
Would you choose water over wine hold the wheel and drive Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there with open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there I'll be there
Today, everything was fine fine fine Until roundabout quarter to 9, suddenly I found myself in a bind, a bind Was it something I said Something I read And manifest that's getting you down Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye I'd
To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you.(?) I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.
Pardon Me While I burstPardon Me While I burst A decade agoI never thought I would beAt twnety-threeon the verge of spontaneouscombustion Wow-is-meBut I guess that it comeswith a the territoryAn omnious landscape ofnever-ending calamityI need you to hearI need you to seeThat I have had allI can take andExploding seems like adefinate possibility to meSo pardon me whileI burst into flamesI've had enough of the worldthat is people's mindless gamesSo pardon me whileI burn and rise above the flamePardon me, pardon meNo never be the same Not two days agoI was having a look in a bookAnd I saw a picture of a guyfried up above his kneesI said, I can relatecause lately I've been thinkingof combustion actionAs a welcomed vacationfrom the burdens of theplanet EarthLike gravity, hypocrisyand the perils of being in 3-DBut thinking so much differentlypardon me whileI burst into flamesI've had enough of the worldthat is people's mindless gamesSo pardon me whileI burn and rise above the flamePardon me, pardon meNo never be the sameNever be the same? yeahPardon me whileI burst into flamesPardon me? Pardon mePardon meSo pardon me whileI burst into flamesI've had enough of the worldthat is people's mindless gamesSo pardon me whileI burn and rise above the flamePardon me, pardon meNo never be the samePardon meNever be the same? yeah
To resist is to piss in the wind. Anyone who does will end up smelling. Knowing this, why do I defy? Because my inner voice is yelling. There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something compelling. Our intuit we're taught to deny, and our soul
