In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose Kill the headlights and put it in neutral Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat Someone came sayin’ I’m insane to complain About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt Don’t believe everything that you breathe You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve So shave your face with some mace in the dark Savin’ all your food stamps and burnin’ down the trailer park
Yo. cut it.
Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(double barrel buckshot) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber ’cuz one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job The daytime crap of the folksinger club He hung himself with a guitar string A slab of turkey-neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing You can’t write if you can’t relate Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate And my time is a piece of wax fallin’ on a termite who's chokin’ on the splinters
Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (get crazy with the cheese whiz) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (drive-by body-pierce) (yo bring it on down) Soooooyy....
?em llik uoy t'nod yhw os ,ybab resol a m'I rodedreP nu yos [It's the Chorus backwards]
(I’m a driver, I’m a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (I can’t believe you) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (Nlehh...) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (Sprechen Sie Deutsch hier, Baby!) Soy un perdedor I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me? (know what I’m sayin’? )
You are 18 year old girl who live in small city in Japan. You heard me, on the radio. About one year ago and you wanted to know, all about me, and my hobbies. My favorite food and my birthday
Why are you so far away from me? I need help and you're way across the sea I could never touch you - I think it would be wrong I've got your letter you've got my song
They don't make stationery like this where I'm from - so fragile, so refined So I sniff and I lick your envelope and fall to little pieces every time I wonder what clothes you wear to school I wonder how you decorate your room I wonder how you touch yourself and curse myself for being across the sea
Why are you so far away from me? I need help and you're way across the sea I could never touch you - I think it would be wrong I've got your letter you've got my song
At 10 I shaved my head and tried to be a monk I thought the older women would like me if i did You see mom, I'm a good little boy It's all your fault, momma. It's all your fault
Goddamn, this business is really lame I gotta live on an island to find the juice So you send me your love from all around the world As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel.
Why are you so far away from me? Why are you so far away from me? I could never touch you - I think it would be wrong I've got your letter you've got my song I've got your letter you've got my song
amputechture came philistine praise bottomless pit of empty names incarcerated habits pour from the palms severing the breast nursing all the young
they needed those locks of dirty red hair a necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles they want a bouquet of black rose gems castrating kisses stalactite stems they went and built a capsule in the cyanide pond where the holiest of water would have you to drown
tomorrow we forget 'cause now has never left you gotta find my body in the mechacontext
you give me a corpse you live in it now you stir from a camp nourishment plows
please dismantle all these phantom limbs it's the evidence of humans as ornaments humans as ornaments humans as ornaments humans as ornaments
everyone stabs all the time persuasion deflowers your sympathy everybody has chosen to help the shovels that bury me
this dirt is turning Christ to make repent again so i've heard they're cutting all the youngest ones said this dirt is turning Christ to make repent his lust so i've heard that the puppet tugs its pull
please dismantle all these phantom limbs it's the evidence of humans as ornaments humans as ornaments humans as ornaments humans as ornaments
everyone stabs all the time persuasion deflowers your sympathy everybody has chosen to help the shovels that bury me
nova meat the prude slit whisper of bovine heaps strapped to unearth of mantis flowers prune fingers who tug in a zealot's shroud
i will scald supreme truth as it touches this house i will scald supreme truth
please dismantle all these phantom limbs it's the evidence of humans as ornaments humans as ornaments humans as ornaments humans as ornaments
scald supreme truth as it touches this house scald supreme truth as it touches this house
everyone stabs all the time persuasion deflowers your sympathy everybody has chosen to help the shovels that bury me
everyone stabs all the time persuasion deflowers your sympathy everybody has chosen to help the shovels that bury me
Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness; chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.
Think for yourself. Question authority.
Dreaming of that face again. It's bright and blue and shimmering. Grinning wide And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling Down that hole and back again Rising up And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head. It said that life is but a dream. I've spent so many years in question to find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much Came out to watch you play. Why are you running?"
Shroud-ing all the ground around me Is this holy crow above me. Black as holes within a memory And blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow To pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble To see just who I might have been. I do not recognize the vessel, But the eyes seem so familiar. Like phosphorescent desert buttons Singing one familiar song...
"So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you so much. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye. So good to see you once again. I thought that you were hiding. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing the tail of dogma. I opened my eye and there we were.
So good to see you once again I thought that you were hiding from me. And you thought that I had run away. Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.