Liquid C./Spillage
Coughing up solid
Paint walls yellow
Paint the barn red
Take this city down
Burn it to the ground
You’re heart stops without a sound
And I was there
To lie to the authorities
And I held your hand
Until you said don’t leave
Don’t leave
But I closed the door
Hit your thumb
Made it sore
You woke up with chills
In a cold sweet
You ain’t dead yet
Down the pepsi
Injest the coke
Take your medicine
Laugh as it were a joke
With a sickly smile
An enormous pile
Of misconstrued misproportions
A delight to have such a fright
In the middle of the day you call night
I guess you ain’t gon’ care
No we got no money
Yes we got the money
If your giving us what we want
ANd we’ve got all you need
If you are looking for some
Twisted fun
Baked and staring at the sun
Everyone knows the meaning
They don’t know shit
We wrote 12 page manifestos
Then we buried them
Hell no I won’t go
Hell no we won’t go
Underground
Where the underdogs hang around
In the city of shitty
Down and out of the gutter
Dirty with leaves and water
Run that tap water
Until it’s clean
We’re overrated and we know it
A broken down machine
The flight decks worn
Whiney boy lost his horn
And I heard screaming
I’m trying, I’m trying
I replied ithout a grimace
Telling all the dying nothing
No one was listening
Voice behind me sings
You’re flying
You’re frying
Keep trying
You’re only getting high
Warning (The Good Drugs)
If you try it
You might like it
And if you like it
You might try it again
And if you have a good time
You may become addicted
You may be nicer to your friends
You may regain your appetite
That you lost when you and your fat step mother
Got into a food fight
If you try it
You’ll never know
Unless you try it
And if you try it
You might like it
And if you like it
You might not fight it
You’ll forget to hide it
And maybe other people will like you this way too
You’ll never kow
Where peer pressure can make you go
You never know
If you try it
You may not like it
And if you don’t like it
You may not be human
At least you don’t look human to me
For all I can see
Is brightened
Changing
Superficially
And if you don’t like it
You may be a square
And if you grow old and fat
Like your big bad step mother
You might be closer to a sphere
But either way you are out of the scene
Either way you are not a rock’n'roll star
You ain’t no art star
Your a square, a circle, a triangle
And I’m a pile of mud
Flausphorescent
Filled with fluids and love
Maybe I see bugs
I chose the good good drugs
Pick-Parketing
Circle circle circle in the parking lot
Shave your head on pavement
Lick the concrete sidewalks
Yellow lines so many yellow lines
You’re not out of your mind
You’re not out of your mind
You’re doing just fine
Circle circle circle round the roundabout
Puke out the window without a sound
Burn the fire engine down
Break up sex without a sound
No one has to live it
We don’t have to be itIt’s something we just saw when
We were circle circle circling
Inside the anals of my mind
Was I the only one on the ride?
Mall Rat
Look at that
Whiney ass
Sappy fuck
Wanna be punk
Emo cunt
Thats what he said
Medication
He is unwell
He has fallen down a proverbail well
Fallen into a brooding personal hell
He is the last soul rebel
But he’s got soul doubt
Cigarettes burn away
But he breathes them anyway
Smoke is his comfort
He can’t eat
Nausia inside him
He needs medication
Doctors can’t fix the situation
They’re ain’t no text book definition
They can’t write a prescription
No, only a mother can give such medication
To battle the thralls of horrification
Mother intended no ramifications
This soul doubt’s just got to give
Somehow, someway, he just gots to live
