Walking through suburbia, I found an ear Takes me to a place thats, full of fear Finding out who owns it, is such a bitch I found a girl who's a masochist
The left side of my body has just gone numb And I think I just saw Elvis on the side of the road But it might have been Angela Langsbury from Murder
Good luck with the surgery Everything will be okay Here?s some flowers from you to me I?m glad you decided to stay X marks the spot for the incision
They say the grass is greener on the other side Well I truly believe that that's a fucking lie Cause I?ve sat on both sides of that fence And let me
Forgetting how to sleep, FUCK I?VE DONE IT AGAIN! Restlessly struggling doing as much as I can Pills are fucking stupid and counting sheep?s out This
Can someone please tell me how long it?s been since I?ve inherited this world? I didn?t fucking ask for this, nor did I plan, but its my duty to walk
MAILMAN He drives a van MAILMAN Its blue and white MAILMAN He works for the government MAILMAN He?s fucking corrupt [Chorus:] MAILMAN SPEEDING DOWN
This is such a bad place, that I don't Like these types of places you say But I'm sorry this is reality This ain't no goddamn fantasy world I live my
December first 1971 On the island of Pinta a tortoise roamed Most vegetation was destroyed by goats Yet still George roamed with nothing but hope Sole
Twenty four hours in a day, seven days a week Fifty-two weeks in a year, but it?s all just the same to me When I?m in a group or all alone, my mind gets
I'm highly insulted that you stabbed me in the back I put my trust in you and you went over my helmet Toying with my heart like a child playing in traffic
Take a ride on the pork chop express Going to a town with a big fucking mess There?s an old man with eyes that can blind ya WE GOT BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE
I woke up this morning with feelings I couldn?t seem to find People are always telling me that I am one of a kind But that doesn?t mean shit to me I
I always see you, no matter where I go Torturing my thoughts, never ever letting go The idea of being followed, it?s just a fear And its not that I?
Stealing brushes running from the law You're what the French call LES INCOMPETENTS Fuller's drinking Pepsi, he's gonna wet the bed Throwing paint cans
If good things come to those who wait, how much longer do I have? [repeat]
You come in my store and slam your keys Complaining so much about stupid things You give me attitude over everything I?m not even sure what to think
I see them walking through the door They find me where ever I go I?m tired of this cat and mouse game I never even wanted to play The only thing I can
