Give me the rat face
Gimme the glass cage
Gimme the plastic wheel I can claim last place
Call me the bat man
See me out past ten
Feeding on massive antacid tablets damn
Upstairs room of his humid home
Tryna get a punchline out a palindrome
He's thinking of a verb with a bluish tone
And a noun that scholars battle on
But outside in the real world people making money
People paying bills, people supporting others
Me? I mow the lawn a couple times, I quit my job a couple times and did the opposite of squire, this monotony I'm tired
And get writers block at the drop of a dime
Stand up, make a slot in the blind
Paranoid, but I'm docile at times
Need a weed I got the nausea all sides
Who'd of in the right mind come and give me company?
When all times I'm rambling and bumbling
When I dine I'm a clumsily sputtering
Inside my bedroom is disgusting
But you there with ya bright eyes came and gave me company
Somehow like my rambling and bumbling
In my mind I'm dumb and often truncated
You even find time time to clean my bedroom up
They less than 3 some dumb shit
I less than 3 the sun, shit
Lesson three, the vegetables
Lesson four, the animals
Lesson five, the vitamins
Lesson six, environment
Lesson two, learning
Lesson one, people
Listen up, evil
Is more potent than a greeting
Freebies for the witches
Love is but a matchstick
Passively elastic
Where's the triumph like in flicks
In the ditch with mysticism isn't this
Real life
Real life
The masses don't side with the criminal born of their spirit
America
The masses don't remember the harsh truth when they hear it
Terrible
Truthfully you won't get much from answers in chemicalia
Mystics
And enemies don't just go their separate ways that much
Business
The roadrunner rarely eludes the brooding coyote
Life isn't cartoons
And a tale told a thousand times isn't all that eluding
Goodnight on the barstool
A feeling is usually misleading and a quick decision is a risk
True
The thing you've always done is probably a path to the abyss
Who?
Who'd have in their right mind stood up to authority?
When all times they be thinning the minority
The I-9 forms ask questions rhetorically
Bureaucracy got people treating people deplorably
Maniacal inside the guise of helpfulness and helter skelter hidden by the eyes of rebellion crying apathy and desultory mindset in a crime ridden neighborhood evil behind the face of good for all the masses to see but turn the other way and decide to believe that everything's a pretty picture
Everything's a pretty picture
Don't take that away from me
When everything is ugly I want to remember that's really beauty in the terror
When everything is falling apart I can tell myself it's sturdy
What's really real anymore? The lines becoming blurry am I inside a dream am I asleep pinch tell me if this is really real life
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