Banging rocks together makes sunshine
Banging heads with rocks `till blood comes: the writing process
Everything has diapers on and smells like
It`s time for a change
Or for some holes in the flag
My whole perspective relies solely on questions
That can`t have answers
Like everyone oin their assumptions
A big bigpen driven by dead dogs;
If that`s your site
Put up a superhero with a better pokerface
This noble cause reeks of self-gratification
But it`s more like no satisfaction
So when I die
The fessin` go to college
And the writers go to Heaven
If you wasn`t born on this planet
Blame the World for being there
I`m not assuming responsibility for everyone lost in the shuffle;
My whole philosophy is based on moodswings
Limited attention spans and an expansion pack for everything
Am I feeling it?
Mostly full of it
Selling my cuts for the art of it
Placed all of my faith in these heretics
We`re all futur presidents;
Nobody knows it yet
That`s the beauty of it all
Welcome to my desert island
The wheather is glorious
Take a picture
(No one reads the articles)
I need music with texture and
Someday, a happy meal
Rude awakening after rude awakening
I`m asking y`all to be police until
I match the blood on the battlefield
With the gleam in my eye
If I could make it stop raining
This whole damn place wouldn`t know
What to do with all the sunlight
I`ve been saving up for a life like this
Your God is booing you offstage
And your heroes don`t respect you
It`s all in vain and can`t be bought:
Hung from the ceiling and often attached to the first thought
She gave me a handshake full of empty promises
Now I`m thirty minus something
Plus I wrestle demons down to the ground in my spare time
It`s a new day
The pigeons no longer fly yonder;
They make rappers out of messengers and text from all the classics
Meet the archangel with two minutes to live at all times
I hold a mirror against a mirror against a mirror against a mirror
What I`m saying is:
Word is deceased
Work is slavery
They`re saving asses for the big layoff
Where they lie you down to take it like a native colonized
By search and seizure
The grass is always greener and when you make it there
It dies (if getting there don`t kill you)
And the people there don`t share
This is what your bones will sound like when they play `em in space
If I could make it stop raining
This whole damn place wouldn`t know
What to do with all the sunlight
I`ve been saving up for a life like this
Your God is booing you offstage
And your heroes don`t respect you
