Rant

There is a man in suit
Jumping off of pig wings and the pie is not going back home in the spring
He needs something alerting you to the three kings of the most potent Holiest Queen

I wanna lay in a gutter with you
Let all the butterflies milk all the nectar and juice from our hangovers molly induced
And let the train stay over
Omelets and spiked orange juice
Know that your welcome is never overstayed
Or can end and
You're welcome to remain the dearest of friends
It is seldom that i ever take to humans
I think we can work it so we have an understanding

I often wonder if I'm really dead
And some kinda cross-firing impulses up in my head
Manifest these images instead
But what would be the point of tricking me into this life
Of such an unremarkable and frightened kid
I'll never grow up thanks a lot
Good fuckin job mom n dad
I've got this horrible view of the world that I keep clinging to just cuz I think that it's "real"
Real fuckin stupid.

I wanna lay in a gutter with you
Let all the butterflies milk all the nectar and juice from our hangovers bourbon induced
And let the train sleep over
Omelets and spiked orange juice