Drowned in a pool

Of nothing

I find this hard

When I really have to try

When words don't just come flowing out

When they get backed up inside

Why don't you crack my head open with a canteloupe

Why don't you run me down into the floor

I'm more beat up than others

And it's easier to hide under the covers

Then get off my lazy ass and shut the door

We all let ourselves get a little jaded sometimes

we all pretend we don't know what we're here for

And wish someone would turn off the lights

When it's easier to spend our nights

Pretending that we're dead

On the kitchen floor

So run it down the throat

Of a giraffe

Then back it up and do it again

Cause I'm more wasted than I've ever been

and it takes a lot more motivation to try

When I'm laying on an unwashed pillow

Waiting for an oppertunity to die

Half a brain working in my head

Against that half a liver I burnt down with my Advil

Now the time is waisting

And I wish I could stop pacing

Cause if I'm still around next week

I'll have a hell of a hole to fill

I never thought I'd really get this far

When you're trying on your clothes and nothing fits

But how can you get more

When going to the store

Is just a pretentious load of shit

Okay

So give it up

Choke me with your lacy handkercheif

If it's easier to not have me around

When you don't quite understand

And you did the best you can

But I've still got my head on the ground

There's no poetry inside me

And my life is not a novel

When it's the keys that make the music

And not my fingertips

But the song is way too long

And it's hiding out somewhere

And it hasen't quite made it to my lips

Me and you were dancing on life's rooftop

And we were laughing a little bit too loud

We woke them up in their showers

Cause they're keeping early hours

And that's not the kind of thing that makes us proud

So throw the extra pennies in the fountain

Because you swear they'll cut your taxes one of these days

But your president's just a poor dumb clown

Who shows up when you're not around

And gathers all the cash you threw away

There's a constant game of tag in New York City

And we ship off on the weekends to get high

In such a hypocritical nation

We can't get our fixation

Until we see our car exhaust

Rising into the sky

We're nothing but a world full of sinners

And we parade the fact that we're dirty and corrouded

Except for that old man

Down the street

Who swears he's Jesus

And watches you fun off to work

While he sits there and gets loaded

At midnight

this world becomes a playground

And the big kids hog the monkey bars

And they wait there for a challenge

Cause we're ninety percent pride

And we named it a memorial

After our king fell off and died

So what the hell?

Why did the party stop?

And who had the nerve to turn on all the lights?

Human kind is a waist of natural resources

And that's the best way

To spend your Saturday nights

There's not a soul who really knows

What they're talking about

Because before anyone hits three months

They have the kid ripped out

Well, now the world is on the dying side of life

Because another five year old

Just slit his wrists with a knife

But it'll be a while before they find him

Because no one was beside him

And his weekend dad was out to dinner

with his eighteen year old wife

A floor below that, Mr. Brown can't find the stregnth

To take his pill

So there goes the last mind worth keeping

Funny

Cause we could have fixed it

But right before he licks it

We discovered the whole world was sleeping

Well, you heard it here first folks and it's all yours

Cause tonight

Even Jesus is locking his doors