Lyrics
Wednesday's dirty blood clot
Hoards of leaves wear 3D glasses
To whisper the wind's plea to accept an emptied room
Backtalk, the Bethlehem of patios points backwards
Footprints at the stagehand puppets friendly lament
This is a no choking zone!
Hypocrites in a china cabinet
An exit bound conga line
A busy junk yard
It's McDonalds versus a handful of dry seamonkeys
Awaiting the wet sponge
Face smack domino
Vampire infection, mark
A tub of 'spensive people serum
Two inner-tubes thick
Attracts cerebus from southern Ohio, girl
Some like it hot
Shitting one's self
Scared, back onto the swing set
Tastefully terrible caricature of "Construction Man"
Back and forth, back and forth
Saving myself on one day, tarred and feathered for life on the next (Excuse me)
Is it built brick on brick?
Or the pages of poems?
Bound by the school house thread?
Wrap it all up in a paper towel
Until the bottom rips out
And the football's fumble
Should the rules by which a desert cactus lives be adopted by the sycamore as well? Ha!
The cloud is dead, the fog has cleared
The sun is peaking through "a happy little tree"
Bob Ross? Yes!
The cloud is dead, the fog has cleared
The sun is peaking through "a happy little tree"
Bob Ross? Yes!
He's underground
Way underground
Herbert Hoover, he's underground
Stupid underground
L.B.J. is underground
Super underground
Grover Cleveland, he's underground
Mass underground
William Howard Taft is underground
Straight underground
Zach Taylor, you know he's underground
Crazy underground
Calvin Coolidge is underground
He's hella underground
Even big G.W
Yeah, you know he's underground! (Deep down)
It is funny how people do all kinds of things
Most of it's just a lot of bullshit
You know what?
90% of the things I've done in my life ain't as important as you sweeping that floor
Or sitting there eating your sandwich
You know why?
"You can't look cool
Running across the street"
And bottle broke
And the soap was left sink side
Or the bartenders never pay attention
Show and tell
With a gag blindfold
Wrapped around the entire congregation
Constraints
"Put another dime in the jukebox, baby"
Pocket full of lightning wads
And cat calls gush (Gush)
Like, I've never died from thirst
While preaching up the wrong tree, or slinking through the fence
Through the posts
Because you can fit
42, 71, now 0
Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a pleasure
My lightbulb's gone grey
Something (something) most changed since stuffing
My lightbulb's gone grey
Something (something) most improved since stuffing
A leaf in it's twilight looks a million bucks
Like hot pink paint you couldn't buy before synthetics
To sit under the first autumn tree in the park
And watch a tee-ball practice just before dark
Sunset is an all day process (1, 2, 3)
Here's the meat
I can't count 40 fat women in spandex
Power walking circles around me
As I stare at a deserted baseball field
Writing a rap in red pen on the back
Of a printed e-mail folded twice
Hot dog!
