Bohemian Hype Cult - Remember Roswell, b**h lyrics

Average Joe, was an average Joe A shameless, our father who art with laymen ba*tard clone And Average Joe, wasn't worth his ma** in mold But he would swear he was a rainbow from a sac of gold And Joe was as close to cigars as weather permits The overcast, rivals Ferris Buehler's endeavor begins The spectrum descends; Joe added a stark addition to his collection of parking tickets f** it, the car was rented And instinct demanded he disregard the penance If money is better spent forgetting, no hard decision Let's celebrate the day's end with a jar of Guinness, as to discard his wits and Find his heart was missin'; Quite the vicious mix, and should he find vision spinnin' He could use the windshield ornaments to cleanse the binge inflicted Vomit stained watch of his, Good Golly Goddesses Peep the time Joe, you're late to all addict anonymous Godspeed. But nah, he' tell him he'd caught stream Chasing Jack Daniels over rolling rocks through knob's creek As his attendance slipped, he may as well commit to it And follow trails of cheap perfume to back alley mistresses She swallowed his rent with dick-flavored lipstick and Now he's nervous as f** for the first of the month How's it feel Joe? Feeding the addiction When the fiend leaves its feces your knee deep in your fixes You refuse sit alone in your four-cornered room staring at candles Your mind's too much a trick in itself Supposing sleep won't watch your back, you roam the streets But the chip on your shoulder is too large for you to oversee Joe travels alleyway to Side Street Eluding delusions, to find peace is movement Your eyes dance with the shadows only they see To avoid the creations your imagination and brain breed The concrete jungle; he traced the buildings stone ascent The walls are closing in. AY JOE, THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN! Oh sh**, Joe sprints, stopped to catch his breath around the road's bend And noticed, he's alone in the open But one moment Joe, silence isn't solace You'd be wise to peel your eyes for unidentified flying objects But it's too little, too late The saucer moves as bell tolls, ah hell Joe, what a doomed day Cradled by the tractor beam he falls into a blackened dream Ain't no place to run when Mars attacks and he Regained consciousness to deep space non-natives And pondered how the green race could see straight with almond slit Eye socket; treat time as the Delorean As is the way of omniscient Tralfamadorians The green shades told Joe to lend his ear Our Joe's to be a cult father so don't bother with senseless peers And legends live, as d**h comes, so it goes Next he remembers, he'd returned to his homeless stroll Average Joe, said f** the average Joe Shameless our father who art with laymen ba*tard clones Cause Average Joe, had galactic prose And yo, the Kool-aid is spiked, grab a gla** and toast