There’s never been,
Chew in my lip,
A gun on my hip,
Sure I’ve slipped,
Angel wings clipped,
Traded for this forked tongue and spiked tail,
So I might as well…
Raise hell a little,
I spit more than rainbows when I eat a bag of skittles,
There’s not pot o’ gold at the end,
You tiny-tots, graffiti with sidewalk chalk on the cornstalks while I tend,
To hang out at your place, come over to myspace, won’t you please be my friend?
Add or subtract me, I got mathematical wisdom,
But with dicks like you I can’t do long division,
Oh, I’m sorry, was that rhyme the wrong decision?
Not trying to cause any skism.
But some need to be called on their BS,
That’s why I have not and never will claim to be the best,
I confess…
There’s never been chew in my lip,
A gun on my hip,
Sure I’ve slipped,
Angel wings clipped,
Traded for a forked tongue and spike tail,
So I might as well…
Feel a bit insecurr,
Ride my donkey wearin’ spurs,
And act like a jackass in public,
Will never make a thug hit,
Cause I never rode dirty,
But I am old bastard pushin’ thirty,
On my bike I’m fast nerd,
Ya heard!
Absurd, you get no love,
Cause the facts don’t add up,
That’s a half truth,
My coffee is always 100 proof,
Cool off in the summer in Duluth,
Where I used to hit the bong bridge daily,
Those who know me know and those who don’t think I’m crazy….cause.
There’s never been chew in my lip,
A gun on my hip,
Sure I’ve slipped,
Angel wings clipped,
Traded for a forked tongue and spike tail,
So I might as well…
But I assure you, it’s not clinical,
I’m twice as optimistic as I am cynical,
But you’d never know it,
I wear my heart on my sleeve but I rarely ever show it,
I bury the hatchet, kill the beef and the noise,
Try and match it, fill belief and the voids,
With poetry and prose,
Every thorn has its rose,
So don’t try to buy me flowers,
America is pregnant with twin towers,
So have a cigar and celebrate rebirth,
Fuck your bumper stickers and your T-shirts,
Live your statements if you believe them so much,
I can feel it, but I’m so damn out of touch….but
