good portion of devotion on sale
To the [bad word] happy
Everyday troop
Got my beels on: it keeps my ears ringing
And peers watching 
Wishing I'd stop
Quietly judging with my mouth open
And hands on the switch 
So when they stop the earth
Whose [bad word] will your head end up in?
It's most likely you'll never get
The perfect tip
Or learn to take hints
I want a new television
Because my books are getting old
And I'd watch the "new and advertisements"
And find a new way to change my life
Guaranteed of course
Because the names we [bad word] 
Have, and will always be, the only answer
Girls like to hold hands
I had my life squeezed out once or twice
So let's call it even... and well-balanced
Like a crock of [bad word] 
Or a [bad word] of a life
On a walking mess to the upscale 
Where they sniff dreams off fingernails
And rate life on a scale of personal gain
Mapping our the universe: 
wife and kids with no name
Big house atop a hill
That blocks out the sun for those 
Who can't afford it 
Throw some [bad word] to the starving idealists
Do they not bleed the same?
Are they not men?

We got bigger desks now 
And all my ideas are carefully hidden
Or [bad word] paper at my feet
Starving for attention
When the demon barely blinks out of this life
Now I'm on the north shore
Laughing at my [bad word] buddies who got laid off
Who needs references anyway?
I've been working for god
In all the wrong social circles
I could have been a programmer
But this much I still am:
Not a man or a teacher
Just a student in denial 
With more to give than they could possibly take
When there's nothing left to disagree with
I'll drop off the face of the planet
And give MTV-land back to it's rightful owners...
You can have it

There's replica [bad word] 
And a false sense of stability
The difference between a blow-up doll
Floating in a bathtub with slit wrists 
And a lost friend
Only calling to borrow money
All these days are beneath you 
There are floors to slip
And break your neck on
And bottles of vodka you can't see through
Parasite to parasite
What's eating me is eating you
The absolute hardest thing about being here
Is how you wish you could fast-forward
The way it drags 
Now they got [bad word] [bad word] 
To do that for you 
Until they can be you, and replace you
And convince you that they love you
Never meant to harm anything so innocent
That you can't help but hope
It gets killed crossing in traffic
I promised myself
I wouldn't kill anything on this song
But you leave me no choice
Because I [bad word] 
And can't believe I'm still
Waiting for people, waiting for people...
Who overextend themselves by saying "hello"
I uderestimated greediness
and how loneliness
Will drive entire blocks to pigpile
On television sets
All the clap-on distractions
And fade-away inspirations
Are the reason I can barely
Hold a one-sided conversation
Or sit still without knees shaking
I pull the hair out of my head
And wait for bats to fill the room
But all I get is a receding hairline
And another [bad word] eating grin