johnny was a kid from the bronx with the gift of song bought a second hand 7-string cuz he heard bryan adams wrong he played it fast, he played it so damn hard he started telling his friends he gon' be a star but his songs were long & chords were so complex & every time he played the little girls looked so perplexed it wasn't much to dance to & they couldn't really sing along until a man with a record deal told him what he was doing wrong he said "there's something here but it's lost under all your skill drop the excess give america a little thrill you gotta sing the song of self-righteous unoriginality to the chagrin of your craft in the name of popularity you'll have a car & a yacht & a house in the city & the honor of being another whore for industry" so he made some changes he cut his long black hair he wrote a song about nothing threw in a cliche hear & there used a 4 chord pattern & no fancy stops or starts he shot a hi tech video & started climbing up the fucking charts come on & climb it baby (emotional whistling) but one night back stage just before it was time to play he thought he heard frank zappa & raymond scott rolling in their graves but still he started to sing the song of self-righteous unoriginality yeah he went triple platinum & took home a grammy yeah & he had a car & a yacht but he still wasn't happy now it's solo time but yo it's gotta be catchy (catchy solo) now let's see, hmm you can do a photo shoot with justin & a love duet with britney yeah & have a country cross-over with some slide steel on track 3 yeah we'll have a version in spanish & a dance mix in germany yeah but bob rock wants higher better take it to another key ewww, that was a pretty fucked change all the pre teens are raising hell & that curse just cost you a spot on TRL hey-- you can't change from 4 to 6 it won't work for the techno remix we're in C, you can't play E flat 6, eww now johnny why'd ya have to get us into this fix? you're fired that's right fired you can't fire me, I quit

i had something good to say not that you cared anyway doesn't do no good to shout wave your hand to wipe me out couldn't shoo this fly away tomorrow is just another day not that you care anyway i heard it once the dog & bone gave it up now doggone that's not what i meant to say i never thought i'd like you you were just too now i'm starting to you don't need to bemoan i do enough for two i just saw you sitting here all alone so i sat with you let me rest here on your arm i don't mean you any harm & if you find me in your bed don't worry i won't let it go to my head please don't sound off the alarm i never thought i could love you now i'm starting to now i'm stuck on you little sappy maybe, i could work on that someday little clingy is why your friends all call me the fly little something you call esteem i have none at all call me what you will, there's something making me ill your repellent is poisoning me nothing worthy is free please take my wings away i never thought i could love you now i'm starting to now i'll suck on you what i said i couldn't say not that you heard anyway this little buzzing in your ear is all of me you may ever hear but it may never go away i never thought i'd stop loving you then i saw through you're a fly too little sappy baby, you should work on that someday little clingy is why my friends all call you the fly little something could ya dignity have some would ya? do it how you will, there's something making me ill your resilience repelling me nothing worthy is free please get your wings away

chad hales! chad hales is the man with the bike, with the hair, in the sand you type a good note you type a good note you type a good note, chad hales in the sand but why'd ya print the figs? why'd ya print the figs? we didn't need the figs why'd ya print the figs? i was talking to chad the other day oh baby were you now? he was going to show me the way oh baby was he now? to ride a little hill to the bottom from the top, don't stop & print a bunch of figs when we already got em, ooh chad hales in the sand chad hales in the sand chad hales in the... sand chad hales in the sand chad hales is the MAN now let me see the STARE the STARE chad hales!

this one for jungle man hey jungle man don't come round here they're gonna buy you hey jungle man don't come round here ain't gonna let you get away hey jungle man you know they're gonna try to sneak it by you no jungle man no never get no say no jungle man no never get no say hey a jungle man just left his home today have jungle green give way to the cement gray the market trade no more when it's sell to pay a million lights, a million dreams from a million miles away hey a jungle man's a marketable display that ethnic look & feel is apt to pay to fill the tanks of loggers far away a million bucks to buy that hundred years were thrown away, yay hey jungle man don't come round here they're gonna buy you hey jungle man don't come round here ain't gonna let you get away hey jungle man you know they're gonna try to sneak it by you no jungle man no never get no say no jungle man no never get no say a jungle man just left his home today

here in 2D a single string is all my eyes can see i'm satisfied with my design number of sides the shapes of things, a thing no one decides it's what keeps everything in line and in my thoughts a land of people who see only dots why can't they see something so plain? this king is blind to my perspective of him as a line the realization of the slice's implication you're out of my plane now & all i have to see is upward not northward you're out of my plane no i don't want to see it it's so comfy here at home (various readings from Edwin Abbott Abbott's "Flatland") a point appears a growing circle shrinks & disappears it blows the walls right off my mind it pulls me up to outer space i feel i just woke up the realization of the slice's implication i'm out of their plane now & all there is to see is upward not northward i'm out of their plane no one will ever see me, i'm so far away from home no one will ever see it, now i'll always be alone

come on, yeah duller... drier... duller... drier... duller... drier... duller... DRIER when time to face the day it's more than i can bear the living calls me but i'm stuck in this black chair my body's stinking like a corpse i cannot care my eyes are stinging from the grease that's in my hair feel the chafe dull razor... dry shave! let's cut the bullshit kids it's time to get in gear just moments left before existence is a smear so drag the dulling blade across the unwet skin the chafing pulling pain LET IT BEGIN dull razor yeah, dull razor dull razor... dry SHAVE! dry SHAVE! dry shave!

in the days of headband parties he was my best friend he was the best friend i never had daddy's mad leaving flowers at the grave of rico suave leaving flowers at the grave of rico suave never felt so right never felt so right in the days of headband parties he was my best he the best friend i never had daddy's mad leaving flowers at the grave of rico suave it's like crumbling towers in the sands of the mojave leaving flowers at the grave of rico suave never felt so right never felt so right

three women on a train to detroit common commute or a fatal mistake hindsight is a windowed caboose when something is wrong with the brake make the bad kid go to his room poked his eye in a fight after school nothing on but the 6 o clock news dull is the eye going blind sharp is the one left behind hindsight, hindsight, blind side by a brighter light hindsight, hindsight, blind side by a brighter light hindsight is a brighter light family trip to the florida lagoon summer solace or a fatal mistake hindsight is a leaky pontoon & now they are dragging the lake broken man on the subway at dawn glass eye & an old trench coat i saw it once on the evening news cold is the lump in his throat sewing the threads of the noose drilling a hole in the boat cutting the brake cables loose let's side with the old man let's side with the old man loose lips tend to flapsifan, I'll side with the old man outside in the garbage can, I'll side with the old man hindsight, hindsight, blind side by a brighter light hindsight, hindsight, blind side by a brighter light hindsight is a brighter light hindsight is the brightest light

it's all over now it's anyone's guess exactly how this all came to be & where i go now now that you're nowhere near to me where could you be? tell me it's not my own bungled plot my own sad design i want to resign, i cannot resign will you return? an unlikely turn a miniature mastodon the skinny dog begs all of my eggs are here in the basket there's one moment in time, tantalus vine like a miniature mastodon i covet the cast, the fossilized past is fading with wear on the stone now the most cavalier gamblers have folded & gone no chance on this one time has elapsed the roof has collapsed all over me dust in the air, dust in my eyes still you're nowhere, yet to be spied no one can say i haven't tried, i haven't paid hope hasn't died if only inside, only inside here in the heaps prehistory sleeps a miniature mastodon what would it take to pry this awake? a cold splash of rain on the lawn washes my eyes, a gifted disguise like a miniature mastodon out on the cusp stirring up dust it must be mirage that i see this figure that's coming to me heeding the call it's furrier than i recall

everybody's got some adulation & it's bad when it sits on the shelf it isn't difficult to turn your attention when the dwarf wipes his ass with an elf there's much ado about it it's looking shitty on a saturday morning when the man's got his dick on the switch we could set it all for mass destruction but you know the fucking clean up's a bitch it's what you do about it's what you fucking do nothing's getting through it's probably none of my business anyway no one asked me anything anyway no one asked me anything i'll never understand the words of a salesman when he's speaking to me only in french there's something growing in the back of the basement & it's putting off a terrible stench there's much ado about it everybody's got some fancy ideas but still they sit around & bitch on they ass we could send it all to hell in a basket but i'd rather smoke a tater & pass it's what you do about it the time has come to find a place in the sun & tell the boys to put it back on the shelf it's looking shitty on a saturday evening when the man's got his dick in an elf there's much ado about it there's much a-fucking-do nothing's getting through it's probably none of my business anyway (chorus) ask me, i'm not some incredulous creep