words are words
i think i've heard it all
a baseline groove

smooth as fecal bulk
words are words
that don't make sense

i am the man
in the past tense
scholarly father

penny for your advice
keep it short
and concise

road for two
and tea for one
spineless moves

and then i'm done

still showing people

your same old song
and doesn't it resemble
every other one you've ever heard before

top 40 sheila
has explosive diarrhea
what's the use

when it's all stale anyway

you're cobain

bull%#@!
you're in pain
bull%#@!

you're punk rock
bull%#@!
no @@#!

that shoe fits

the only thing

they protest is movement
i'm monotone
with no improvement

teary eyes
poetic cliches
i've said all i can

what can i say
slit my wrist
so the people dance

!@^% around
improve my stance
yawning is my

on stage antic
can't get it up
what a romantic





party til you drop
oh well
keep the world alive

and well
those retail store
hippies bathe like you and me