There´s something you should probably know before we go too far My neighbor found a mushroom growing inside of my car She called me up on tour, sounding emotionally scarred
Although it may have scared her more that I wasn´t really alarmed The dandruff in a shaken globe is fit to gild a manger The pizza face is pepperoni, carbuncle, and caper I´m bunions and contusions, bumps, lumps and bruises Discoloring, and other things I can´t reach with a loofah Not a butcher, not a baker Pick a booger with a basic evolutionary failure I do not open mail, I do not answer phones The fridge is pretty much a home for mayonnaise alone Watch a pocketknife surgeon cut a cyst out in the kitchen It´s the cousin to acutely removing his own stitches in a pinch
Kool-Aid ooze out his toothache Mushroom growing in the car; it´s just another Tuesday
(Forever now, forever it´s a Tuesday) Tuesday (Forever now, forever now) Tuesday And if you waiting for a spell Where it falls into an order you can help? Then well, yeah No
On one hand, it´s pretty gross On the other, it´s sort of like a pretty desert rose How against all odds, whether wet, dry, night or day Garden, pigsty or cave, life science finds a way Boxed in, vegged out, fox in the henhouse
Gray-stained teeth, say "cheese" through a trench-mouth "Cheese!" Chase dreams with the hellbound Posture suitable for a job in a bell tower One plate, one fork, itty-bitty lamp I would offer you a drink, but I literally can´t It feels like you´re camping when you´re sitting on the can Where the crib has always simulated living in a van A little light cleaning, keep the spiders off his eating Maybe one day, he´ll go deeper Really exorcise the demon at the root I´m in the sofa cushions over loose change Black mold bathtub; homie, it´s a Tuesday
(Forever now, forever it´s a Tuesday) Tuesday
(Forever now, forever now) Tuesday And if you waiting for a spell Where it falls into an order you can help? Then well, yeah No
I can´t even keep a cactus alive when I´m present When I´m gone, it´s a groundbreaking botanical epic From desolate to Little Shop of Horrors in a second It´s weird knowing life thrives more when you exit The Trouble Man, cuddle with a duffel bag of loose cash Chews glass, scatterbrained, aspartame moo-stache Mwah! Head lice, dressed like a douchebag Unsaid prayers, undead raccoon hat
Voice of the boiled-over Thick skull; still throw his toys out his stroller Piss black roof tar, bleed flat Cherry Coke Very much another wack-job with a megaphone Very much another fat slob playing chess alone Lesser-known fetish porn, leftover Lexapro, et cetera Everything´s coming up goose eggs Sunday, Monday, Happy Days, Tuesday is Tuesday