I can't sleep 'cause the lights too bright
The cats fuck and fight all night
Next door neighbor plays with bottles
And cans.
And regret is my old best friend
There's a plaque in the house of shame
For first place in the race for the lame
There's a trophy for best costume prize
For whoever wears the best disguise
And the rain falls in solid drops
Tastes like cyanide lollipops
And the wind blows cold and shrill
And the mud slides down the hill
The mud buries me in a murky grave
They said he was a scurvy knave
Never learned a goddamned thing
Couldn't play and couldn't sing
Never could hold down a job
Never could be just a cog
In the plastic factory
In the pastor's rectory
And the rain falls down in drops
Tastes like cyanide lollipops
And the wind downs the
Power lines
So I could play with them all
Of the time.
The power surges from
Power poles
Flows to electric chair
Controls
Flick the switch and watch the muscles
Twitch
They said he was a son of
Bitch
They said he was the son of a
Bastard
Afterward his dad got plastered
And threw up in the middle of the street
Spit it out as the rain fell in sheets
And the rain falls in solid drops
Tastes like cyanide lollipops
And the wind blows cold and clean
Tastes like chocolate mescaline
And the rain falls in solid drops
Tastes like cyanide lollipops
And the wind downs the power lines
So I can play with them all of the time.