Should've been a scientist
A paragon of usefulness
Instead I am a masochist
I masquerade as an artist
You say you are an anarchist
But baby, you're so talented
Philosophy's the great escape
But you could help us get to space;
Leave this place a home to the animals plants and
Stones. we've made our bed
Now we're gone
Goodbye, mom
Inexplicably, on the new planet, janet became
The world's most popular name
They couldn't stop thinking about her
Predictably, on the new planet, people hadn't
Changed
The world's most popular game
Was tag with the invisible man
Ostensibly, everyone there had read heavy things
None had slipped through the cracks
But what if those heavy things had broken them'
Cracked their
Little brittle
Little brittle
Little brittle bones to the marrow'
What's the closest place to go
We gotta pack a lotta clothes
Toys, and food for the road
We're gonna have a heavy load of co2, h2o
I think we can make do
Without calcium and nitrogen
Except what we carry...
Except what we bury in our own skin
You used to live under the ground
You only emerged for groceries, necessities
Narcotics, and christmas trees
Since you came up for air
I pretend that my antibiotics are the most potent
Antipsychotics currently available at your
Local supermarket
It's a rare herb that simply tells your brain when
You're full
It's an idea that rushes up on you when you're
Crawling for comfort
Bail out pails of water
Turns out, hope takes diet pills
Don't be so sad about it
Where's the young man who's banging on decked-out
Machines
Who's on parade in the vaguest of dreams
It's a rare herb that simply tells your brain when
You're full
It's a long time from when you were here until you
Are mulling about
With a chain for a spout
And your brain is worn out
And you're too scared to spit it out
There's a lot of detail that will happen around here
Before we're through
And all of this time, the red phone keeps ringing for you
The instant of hello
Your knees will turn nailed to yourself
And you'll know
You have no business picking up phones
That are ringing off hooks
And you're munching on rare herbs and reading big
Books that are fit only for certain purposes
As in they make perfect doorstops
And you'll never know what they say
And I've got no suggestions
How patterns are broken
Maybe they're perfect and maybe they shouldn't be