Hazy days, shady lanes
Slight gains, major pains
Major pains, migraines
Name of the game, you pay to play
Sail away, take a night train, a flight on a plane
Watch life change, yet remain quite the same, it’s kinda strange
What can I say except what I’m saying
And what I’m saying is why am I saying this
Why am I saying anything
Far be it from me to think thoughts through thoroughly
Ronald Reagan and Rosemary’s ADD baby
Loved Pogo the Clown till I found out he was John Wayne Gacy
Loved John Wayne till I found out John Wayne hated me
Guess you thought after that I’d have gone insane, crazy
But instead I got taste for complicated ladies
And it’s all connected, says the thеrapist
Sent in to help her dеal with the rapist
And the rapist is any man cuz we’re all dangerous
It could have been the reverend
It could have been a relative
Well, everything’s relative
Just avoid relationships, stay celibate
Take these sedatives to forget what a mess this is
She walked in looking down but walked out looking up
The hell with it, I’m interested in an expert’s consensus
So I step in
And attempt to craft my conflicting messages
Into something resembling relevant sentences
I say “Nothing is definite, the uncertainty’s deafening”
“Life’s a projector with no projectionist, left to spin”
She sighs and replies
“It’s all about perspective”
“You’re delicate, sensitive, why are you such a pessimist?”
You’re so negative”
I say “hell yeah I’m negative”
“I’m HIV negative and still scared as shit”
So what do you think?
Maybe passive-aggressive”
“Or just manic-depressive or just anal retentive?”
She said “You got some personal issues to make amends with”
“This is added incentive”
And I said “aahhh forget it”
I smell something rotten in the bottom of the garden
Something sodden, something downtrodden, lost and forgotten
And nobody’s acknowledging just how bad it’s gotten
We just keep a lid on it till the cogs in our brains start popping
Something in the air spreading like pollen
I inhale the oxygen intoxicant and start coughing like
Ah sh#t
Wait a minute
Get him up
Get the f#ck up
Hard times bring out the dark side
Part silence, part “why”s that spark fires in my
Hot flashes
Time stops, crashes into fragments
Of anger and anguish
Realizing we don’t understand sh#t about a damn thing on this planet
We just adlib
Frantic
Try our best not to panic
And when it’s all over then we assess the damage
And it’s nothing else than a classic reaction to rejection
A period spent acting as if we’re not affected
Followed by a hollow kind of feeling like a bottle minus liquid
And mine was filled with spirits but now there’s nothing in it
And what’s the f#cking difference, the world’ll keep on spinning
Here we go
Another scenario in this deadly merry-go-round
To which we’re indefinitely bound
We carry every petty doubt and memory around
In this fleshy old crown from belly to burial ground
Rendered in stereo sound
But can’t we put some where they can never be found
Cuz frankly they’re getting me down
Heavy and empty and running out of energy
So gently but steadily the gauge on my left drifts from F to E
Ecstacy, dependency, what a tangled, mangled web we weave
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