Crazy is a disease;
It passed from you into me
And now it flows in a continuous stream.
I need a little release to feel a bit of relief
But I can't let go - literally,
I hold on too long
To foregone conclusions.
So if you're wrong,
I'm right.
Let's move on.
Why fight?
Because you're wrong
And there's a price to be paid
Plus there's a war on;
It's only right to get laid.
So this can go on record as a minor mistake
And a couple of botox sessions
Will wipe the lines from your face.
But please, no more questions
Or forced confessions
Or Russian Roulette
With Cold War weapons.
I guess I thought
You'd learned your lesson
But I'm always wrong, so
No more guessin'.
Ah! Life is a bag of chessmen,
And each one'll get to you
If you let them.
Ah! Ah! This party is the best -
When he carves in his chest
With a blunt Sheaffer Crest pen:
Hatred is self steem expressed in binary
And crushed and magnified electronically.
And sainthood is an extreme form of hate speech,
It all depends on your direction and speed.
But you cruise through
In the 2-door with the 22's
And the humidor in the dashboard.
Let loose the gas pedal,
Fast foward to the past.
Get a handle on yourself, you brat.
The long way home is a lonely path.
So I hope you have
A rote rehash
Of a thought-provoking quote
From a grocery bag.
Or a rope, and a gag, and a goalie mask.
And I only ask for what you owe in back.
The emotional blackmail
Withholding taxes
In cold hard cash
And my Boeing glasses.
Thanks for the flashes
Of Mozart madness
And the Ozark folk art
And soul dispassion.
Oh! I'll get you back...
Okay, I got you thanks!