The ants have crawled up on my legs/ and now I'm itching at my knees/ I'm thinking I might move into the street but heads up! there's a car coming/ I wonder what kind I'd let squish me/ I pray that its something nice/ yeah, something cool cuz if I were to get flattened/ by a honda s2000/ middle-school-me would not be pleased/ it's gotta be a lambo or ferrari can you believe/ we're all the same human beings?/ who shit the bed and punched our friends/ I don't buy it, I think it's all a scam/ Mr. Robot Man/ we're all part of your master plan/ you gave us allergies, traumatic memories/ and hairs that frizz with an ounce of humidity I remember touch football/ the black kids and the weirdos all/ would team against the jocks in the hormone brawl and one day when I was home, sick/ ryan punched john, who threw a fit/ it was my favorite day for a number of years yeah everybody loves it/ when the punk must eat his shit/ so make like a dog and get to a crawl/ and eat the street. car, tire and all! what a silly think to think!/ there's charity and therapy/ a myraid number of ways to feel better today so won't the sun peak for a while?/ to make these pesky ants all fry/ I'm trying to work up a tan before june 1st, man./ can you believe/ we're all the same human beings?/ who shit the bed and punched our friends/ I don't buy it, I think it's all a scam/ Mr. Robot Man/ we're all part of your master plan/ you gave us allergies, traumatic memories/ and hairs that frizz with an ounce of humidity Mr. Robot Man, we're part of your master plan Mr. Robot Man, we're part of your master plan Mr. Robot Man, we're part of your master plan Mr. Robot Man, we're...

I'm gonna kill the man who figures out/ how to live forever/ I'll throw his ashes in the harbor and watch them drown/ in the boat propeller cuz I swear to god/ I'm gonna see the day/ when everybody walks my way/ and I hope and pray/ you're gonna go my way/ your mouth's pretty smiling thing/ it'd be a shame, it'd be a shame/ if you crossed my gait I pray you say something to make me fall in love with you again/ my window only opens up enough to let the air in and I hope and pray/ you're gonna go my way/ your mouth's pretty smiling thing/ it'd be a shame, it'd be a shame/ if you crossed my gait I pray you say something to make me fall in love with you again/ my window only opens up enough to let the air in cuz I swear to god/ I'm gonna see the day/ when everybody walks my way/ and I hope and pray/ you're gonna go my way/ your mouth's pretty smiling thing/ it'd be a shame, it'd be a shame/ if you crossed my gait

(get your sunday dollar in your hand) Stripped to the waist/ Sweat's painting their backs Like the hands of a clock/ they swing the pick-axe get your sunday dollar in your hand Bring a drink of water, Leroy Bring a drink of water: no! When we break this gate we flood into heaven hurry up, swing the axe (bring a drink oh!) I'm not mad am I? There must be someone who feels the way I do

hold it strong/ this is your body/ let it sprawl/ 'cross your body/ liquid drops/ there's a two-step behind me/ hold it strong/ this is your body dance to the sound of the broken glass/ shake to the rhythm of the rain/ move with the motion of the setting sun/ sink to the sound of the passing plane pick me pick me pick me stop the car/ there's something on the road/ stop where you are/ drop down to the floor/ hands on your head/ to and fro to and fro to and fro to and fro/ hands on your head to and fro/ (to and fro to and fro to and fro) drop to the crack of a bad clutch pop/ drink at the rush of your breath/ fold with the ryhtym of a beating drum/ sink at the mercy of a man pick me pick me pick me I am strong

(come alive) come alive come alive, come you frankenstein/ in a drees, in a dress, you're addressed/ run my knife thorugh the seal and your ghost creeps out/ in the word, in the word, in the word/ cut my thumb on the letter and I bleed on the page/ and our boy blinks his eye/ it's turning on like the planets made of ancient sitting dust/ our love's been forever living in my blood (you/ fill up your cup) oh fill up your cup as your ink and my blood swim together on the page coming out, coming out/ there's a shadow in my room growing from the shade in the corner, in the corner/ he's a boy left alive and we know his name say it now say it now/ it's turning on like the planets made of ancient sitting dust (grace has always had a way to fit inside a string) our love's been forever boiling in my blood) (take the cord and drag it, plug it in the kid again) (you, fill up your cup) put me on the floor. and it's ghost stories that keep you here you're a tear on my cheek, you're a tear on my cheek.

the calendar is cracked pens are decayed food is scraps and I'm regular blue eyes dead like spotlights and blond hair's just a wig electric fun with fleshlight I've gotta get out of bed and it's here today where I make my mark for you crazy baby blind (soar) snow, in snow, snow, in snow dirt, in dirt, in dirt, in dirt I'm dirt in dirt I'm dirt in dirt and if you gave me one thing it's this and if you have me one thing it's this and it's here I stay where I make my mark to you as I grow old