Sulking and bulking a half Sulking a laugh crash test Figure the mixture's digging up his last breath Grief leaf thief briefly turned chieftan The tapwater's on, the water's off, the water's leaking

So this is blue My frame reportedly spotted garden variety burners
And lost to normalcy My terms the memoir obligation in the boudoir
Crystalize impurities to zero on the autograph Dirty characters sponges hunches
Hurling murder abundant lunches With the city suppers punching (hurdling)
Tomorrow since I sit in consquence Merging brings to bubble up
Along the edges of precious child fantasy broken 
Hi, my name is Hazardous Tobaccanist I'm on the brink, I'm purgin dirt and spit my lung in the sink As for the product, well, it's drenched 
In a barren backward wasteland of shimmering moral tension
And venturing the plaza pleasant I saw it all From pixie dust to crepid pins and voodoo dolls
And 99 dreams later the shooting gallery wall It's like not a wave crash similar to last or next
Heckle me not already doctored by regrets Gray rain beligerent fragments bomb acid
Ushering the pixels until the image burned classic Bliss in a barrel and motivation in a basket
I'm going to cast it out to sea and wait for [bad word] To grasp it I left my [bad word] over the rainbow
With my riches and I know the rat race of the bad taste Once his grimmace cringes an iron butterfly will float
If given good condition but I'm still fishing The same worm from the same faulty position prosperity
Im tryin to walk alone and miss the bliss Inside the accidental meeting of the pencil and the ceiling
And the censures started meeting breathing At a rapid caliber that a line so gray will last forever
More dusting off the dreams to be an autopilot Still a silent understudy
Funny how the opposite will throttle And the different stroke and model to the prison
Is innacurate portrayal of an adequate betrayal Of a wish gonna wanna coulda shoulda woulda
Did it, isnt it amusing choosing and a plan of cybernating Waiting until the mating means of motivation
Took a fine position Dishing only after every little kiddy has performed
"I just want to be a general," he said "I just want to, I just want to I just want to be a general," he said "I just want to sleep, yo"
What long capitol [bad word] gallop my chariot burning
And awful enigma [bad word] by the sling of David
Appears gutterbug batch prior to hatch
Dismiss it as a soul condensing excuse
To decorate maps with thumb tacks
This gold star product pushing hate boogie themes
Enter the smokescreen blazing saddle remnants
Alive analyze pensive connect
All picket fences like chain gangs linked
Digging trenches to Candyland image factory sold
I want to be an astronaut, I got the merits and heart
And I bought a starship with hard-earned money
From one hour selling dreams to dummies
When they raise the lights, J-J-J-Jesus Christ
I've never seen so many goblins in my life
(Oh my Lord)
Vibrate through the fog and then some dragging bent circuits
On a short leash like organ grinder primates
Dancing for bread [bad word]  well, did you touch that
Slugger banging on the table with an old tin cup
Thin luck I can raise the dead when the shark settlers fled
The place [bad word] out they bed of nails to spread the sails
Racing for milk and bread but I got big big plans
I ride a big boat with a big old motor
And I aint really that big on helping you turn your leaf over
(Let's sing) bring out your dead
quarter mile sky high (let's see)
What if your miserable saw the plant
Fly by my name is try to deny magnificent doom
Craft my records so built and I'm going to show you
Why this [bad word] globe tilts
Take me where the air is clear, I don't really know where
But I know it's not here and every little step she takes
Makes me speak because I know I'll never have to sleep alone again