Pardon Me While I Have a Strange Interlude

I look in the mirror and I make myself sick
Got a steady, steady working job but it don't do the trick
I've got to have a shorter haircut and trim up my moustache
I give my freedom out on credit
Two week same as cash

But it's early, early morning now and I can't find my keys
My tie is on the ceiling
I can't bend my knees
Looking through the kitchen I know caffeine is a must
I had to eat my coffee grounds
Didn't wanna miss the bus

Time Magazine calls people my age "Generation X"
We don't have health food nuts in beamers, we can't even have good sex
But it's bullshit sociology from writers with a grudge
They're cross section is limited
They're in no place to judge

With their images of hopelessness invading all the press
They could have saved themselves the trouble by reading Hermann Hesse
I guess his generation was about as lost as mine
But we got color TV
So there's no excuse to whine

I know people who live sitcoms, I know people who live dramas
I know people who are lesbians because of childhood traumas
I know people who are stupid and people who are brilliant
I know people who would crumble
I know some who are resilient

Resemblance to any person live or are dead
Are coincidental cartoon having pie fights in my head
I know if I am running dry
I know if I get stuck
I can always write a country song 'bout Mama and a truck

All these complications that are racing 'round my brain
Are ding ninety miles a minute
On an icy road in rain
There's constantly collisions but the insurance won't pay
The shouldn't have been out at all on such a nasty day

But the batteries have run down on my headphone stereo
The bus is coming to the stop but I don't wanna go
I gotta get up on it
Even though it brings me down
I only hope that it gets hijacked an taken out of town