The man who slipped flew up and away
Like televised strands of DNA
From the percolating crises of the day
To a surreal cereal of another beast next week
Screaming
Go percolate in trivial mucus machines
As I polish my psyche for bizarre activity
Tomorrow in my hometown of Almond Plum
Where change is a constant stagnant machine
It's the strangest town you've ever seen
But it's exactly like everywhere you've ever been
It is what it is when it is it
Even when it isn't
Slipped and flew
It is what it is when it is it
Even when it isn't
Right into you
What's the evil you see in me
Evil's so 20th century
Like cheap sixth sense extension surgery
Unmodified hand in melted wax purgatory
Bellevue suicides seeking serenity
And me of all people can do the laundry
Yes me
For seven billion paralyzed infant animals
Can stand in a park in front of a tree
For five seconds longer than I did yesterday
I can say I'm still lovin' you
And I don't care who know about it
I'm still lovin' you
And I don't care who know about it
It is what it is when it is it
Even when it isn't
Slipped and flew
It is what it is when it is it
Even when it isn't
Right into you
If the 4am G train man can smother his beard in factory cheese
And attempt to seduce my leg to his hand beyond deformed human hand
Only to return one heated evening stripped of hair
Rage of karmic surprise emanating from inner eyeballs
Scouring my invisible wall for a crack
Or hidden entrance not otherwise specified
And flee gracefully with a quiet rumbling thump
Then I'd make a damn fine pacifist
And I can play this song when I get pissed
And I can be your exorcist
I really wanna be your exorcist
You're gonna be my exorcism
It is what it is when it is it
Even when it isn't
Slipped and flew
It is what it is when it is it
Even when it isn't
Right into you