the months pass by

the months pass by
and we watch the sky
soon will be fourth of july
and i wonder will i
give a shit at all
will i wish the sky to fall
will i continue my withdrawl
as my mind continues to be mauled
and we drive the car
real far
don't know where we are
don't stop at the bar
the drinks are gone
we mow the lawn
i havent drawn
in so very long
there's shite verywhere
the mess's a scare
but i don't dare
actually trying to care
the staring people are weird
my brown skin is feared
on the stage we're jeered
i once wore a beard
the sikhs are all quiot
in the 80s punks riot
this plane needs a pilot
do you like the color violet
we seem so violent
and theyre all silent
it's time time impliment
the 50 50 split rent
youll get a job
ill play 007's klobb
we'll visit the woods and jump logs
i hate the name bob
the fan is loud
christians seem proud
the sky has a cloud
as a kid i was never allowed
people feel free
not me
dont you see
life's pain... gee

sitting in a basement

sitting in a basement
full of amazement
with the latest arrangement
of my relationship estrangement
im finding myself done
im trying to move on
tryin to have fnu
but the thrill seems gone
w got cities to visit
and jobs to work
plenty of things to do
dont be a jerk
lets pack the car
clean the basement up
mythologize the trip
we're just like pups
wide eyed and excited
completely delighted
wrongs will be righted
and we wn't be slighted
the things have been kept
the kids have all wept
and we're tired of their words
the chattering old birds
they say we've got nothing
that they're worse off
just sitting there grumbling
they just sit and scoff
but its fucking rediculous
to think we're free
down in the basement
where noone can see
the brains a'hurting
the floors a'mess
we need to be moving
i must confess
its been real hard
ive lived alone
and now ive got
myself a home
but now we're saying
leave it all
follow the road
to the skyscrapers tall...

just a fucking anti intellectual

just a fucking anti intellectual
youre fucking ways are fucking boring
whenever fucking someones peaks their mind
youre often fucking caught snoring
you fucking insult every fucking thought
and fucking think yourself the best
its a fucking shame hadn't you fuckin been taught
if you wanna fuckin stand times test
youve gotta fuckin think a bit
thats our fuckin brain its what its for
i dont fucking give a shit about your fucking past
dont you fucking want more
your fucking dad told you fucking what to do
and your fucking mom agreed
fucking drug dealers and fucking abusers
they didnt fucking give you what you fucking needed
you fucking have your mom on a fucking pedestal
never fucking hear you say a fucking bad word about her
at least fucking while she's fucking in the room
when she's fucking gone its a fucking matter of different order
you fucking try to tell me youve been through shit
but you fuckin follow their fuckin twisted ways
they fucking lied to you for all your fucking life
they fucking left you in a fucking half beaten daze
and yet you keep fucking doing what they fucking tell you to
your life is fucking going down the shitter
if you wanna fucking live to fucking thirty
youve gotta fucking learn not to fucking be a quitter
you cant keep fucking the people who fucking love you
and fucking worshipping the ones that fucking beat you
you fucking let people walk all over you too
im fucking wondering when youll fucking finally be through
you fucking like to fucking put yourself through shit
you fucking scratch yourself fucking raw
your fucking dad gave you the fucking plans on how to do it
you dont have many fucking good examples upon which to draw
you fucking dealt in sex and drugs
and your fuckin mom just fuckin ignored you
raped and beaten and often caught weepin
they fuckin treated you like a fuckin fool
but now youve gotta fuckin break free of this
my fuckin words you shouldnt fuckin often dismiss
just fuckin try and make a list
and youll fuckin make your way to fuckin personal bliss

looking forward to boston

looking forward to boston
to this place ive become accustomed
mowing the grass with the sun setting low
i drink my water and here i go
birds and squirrels
rabits and cats
baldes of grass
dead rats
clouds of bugs
push mowers
sky gets dark
as the sun gets lower
take a picture
drive the car
make a map
dont go too far
clean the floor
wash the dish
flip the channel
eat some fish
hug your girl
lie in bed
gaming magazine
halfway read
clothing hook
nailed on tight
hanging coat
turn off that light
sneeze and cry
push the mower
the window shades
wont go any lower
chicagos mapped
we're tired
mowed the lawn
that dudes fired
clean the sheets
sit and read
many birds
give them feed
grass grew long
cut it down
watch it grow long
cut another round

devil on my shoulder

kid was my friend when i was ten
kid was my friend way back then
kid was my friend when i was ten
kid was my friend way back then
tryin to cause disorder
devil on my shoulder
tryin to cause disorder
devil on my shoulder