- And I'm OK with That
Make today a party
We're all here for a limited time and I'm okay with that
18 years in, still haven't hit my prime, XVIII's just a pre-dinner snack
The tater under the existential bridge
Things went south in the midwest again and I'm okay with that
My mindset is serenity on steroids, LSD, crack and speed
- Bonsaiority
Shutterstock, Photoshop, overused font, faking a repertoire
You'll realize you suck, fork over 700 bucks
Enlist the help of a washed up schmuck and still be just as stuck
You want the fame, but none of the pain
No lessons learned from criticism, you only complain
You wanna skip the local stage, premature promo's all the rage
And you're the same as every other no-name in the game passing the blame
- Eye of the Tater
I've clawed my way up the totem pole of hell
A journey narrated by intelligent bells
Harnessing nature, harvesting the impure
Reeling in the future, calling forth chiseled allure
Day by day, I'm building a fortress
A monument of fitness towering above yesteryear's plumpness
Transgress the rest, stand above the mess of fat
- Just Leave Me Out in the Rain
Single, lonely, cold, short
Abandoned, trying to stay posi, OCD, I just need some comfort
Chewed up heart and soul, almost dead but not quite broken
Lazy eye, 5'4, virgin, softspoken
I have so much love to give, but I don't know if anyone wants me
Now I lay in the street alone, I think I just need a hug
- Metempsychotic
I’ve been working like a beast
Like a mortal, like a rhino
Charge into the future with gusto
We don’t have all year
So cough it up, the bottles you broke and swallowed
I know you can do it, try
My teeth are painless
- Put the Kibosh On the Hoo-Hah
I've got no temporary soulmate dragging me down
And I'm okay with that
The solo potato has no painful ties to cut
Dislodged and delighted
All the time in my own world is mine
No more worthless wenches, the bar is firmly situated
6 inches above my head because I still like tall chicks
- Ready Set Hot Dog
Friends don't let friends take the blame for the misadventures of zombies
A drunken bedtime story told to the mistress of the author
A fat cigar in one hand and a vibrating cross in the other
The forbidden fruit is pure, absolute freedom
I will reach up for the stars and smack jehovah witless
It's like Pinocchio accepting his puppetry
I will not kneel to your fabled christ
- Weuhh...
Fuck yeah!!!
Every day I roll from the patch
Ready to dispatch, at half past noon
I fall out of bed, but I get up knowing someday
I'll have someone to fall down with me
Living life, ambling to the grave