Your love
is nothing but a fast food meatball sub
on an altitude impaired, 747 bearing nitro-glycerin.

It reminds me of being kicked in the face by a rabid kangaroo,
having my eyes taped open before 24/7 children's programming...


I hate it when I fall down the stairs;
everybody stares...
I hate it when I trip up the stairs;

everybody laughs...

I wish

I were better looking, more pleasing to the eye.
So all the girls will attend my funeral, when I fall down the stairs
and die...

I hate it when I fall down the stairs
everybody stares
I hate it when I trip up the stairs

everybody laughs