The voices inside my head.
They want my spleen dead.
The voices inside my head
Demand a slice of rye bread.
My liver keeps on screaming
That I need to stop dreaming.
My liver keeps on screaming
About all the beer it's streaming.
My asshole keeps talking shit,
About how I need to flush it.
My asshole keeps talking shit
About how much it hates grits.
Why must my body fight me?
Why must I continue to pee?
Why must my body fight me?
My entire system is on empty!
Now, my hands refuse to work!
They keep calling my brain a jerk!
Now, my hands refuse to work!
Trying to stab my knee with a dirk!
Now my brain is going on strike!
Wants to recreate The Third Reich!
Now my brain is going on strike!
Trying to stab me with a spike!
What did I do for so much hate?
Was it because I ate fruitcake?
What did I do for so much hate?
Is it due to the lack of rare steak?
Now my damn knees are cracking.
Blaming it on my stomach snacking.
Now my damn knees begin to ache.
Claiming it's my pancreas slacking
There goes the large intestine again.
Farting so much to cause chest pain.
There goes the large intestine again.
Blaming my skin on the large stain.
I finally put down the dragon bong
As all my hair breaks out in song.
The voices are always been wrong.
The shrooms I ate were very strong.
So, I'm tripping out during this time.
Wishing I also bought another dime.
All this arguing is just inside my mind.
My body and me are getting along fine.
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