birth and death and birth again fucking reincarnation chase the carrot avoid the switch this cycle’s some boring ass shit I’m in a rut don’t interrupt I’m from the other side of town bags under me eyes staring at the ground years of dead ends are bringing me down selling me soul for a fucking pound eat me soup and drink me tea get up in the night ten times to pee wake up in the morning and brush me teeth nobody else id rather be

people on tv killing people out on the street killing people on the news killing people on a cartoon killing people stop! killing people today you think there’s too many people you say some of them are evil we say please stop killing people

hey you what you trying to do its not gonna work out it never do and hey me what am i trying to be there’s nothing to become and nowhere to go nothing to do nowhere left to go nothing’s very funny anymore in 1986 we laughed at the abyss but its not funny anymore in 1992 we had some things to do now we’ve got nothing left to do

at a party with my father your eyes were quick but your voice worked faster it said build a city of mendicants everybody gets what they want permission now that’s a powerful tool oh well what can i say tough tits to you golden rollers silken shalwar’s wire the walls and drug the salad

tea for two any two just make the brew i love you i love you too and you and you and round and round Rita Sue and Bobby too they’ve had a few when you’re through you can move one space to the right

lock the doors and swab the floors and lay down nicely do like we say ayahuasca ceremony on your work retreat don’t forget to turn in your receipts what don’t kill you makes you stronger never sounded any wronger

u-pick blueberries u-dig your grave stand next to the coffin and listen to us play you like the future i don’t like the past our life together is gonna be a blast when you talk it sounds like sonic youth a lot of noise but not a lot of truth turn up the volume turn up the abuse a lot of noise but not a lot of truth you don’t like death i don’t like life just one question will you be my wife?

Michael Stipe do you still feel fine are you sucking on a xanax and a glass of nice wine Michael Stipe do you feel ok its the end of the world as we know it today it seemed like a whole lot of fun when they airbrushed your face in 1981 but Mike that was a long time ago and its the end o the world as we know it uh-oh do you feel alright when you put out the light oh Mike do you still feel fine coz we heard your song yeah you know the one oh Mike do you still feel fine I’m looking out the window and I’m looking in the bath I’m looking anywhere i can think of for a laugh

try to join a band and play some tunes chase away the early grave but an empty hole opens up after every show we play its all real none of us grows tell me something i don’t already know and don’t listen to the riff the one you’re looking for is long dead didn’t leave a will behind you want something from me that isn’t there i lost that part of me mind

we wanna know what we wanna know but we don’t know what we wanna know and we wanna go where we wanna go but we don’t know where we wanna go careful what you’re looking for you might find it after all once you open up the door can’t get the genie back in the hole what the fuck and you looking at who the fuck do you think you are stay the fuck away from me get the fuck away from my car

i saw you sneaking around when i was out sneaking around you were out on the town holding all the shadows down who you been greeting who you been grieving what you been eating what you been thieving where were you this morning were you in mourning or were you just yawning underneath the awning i’ve heard tell that you’ve been sneaking round in hell but you never kiss and tell whats that funny smell

hits hits we got too many hits open up the windows can’t all fit six five four three we’re the gutters not the others we’re your sisters we’re your brothers got new songs same old chords AGF we’ll never get bored cursed by the devil with too many hits Vladimir Putin steroid shooting fish in a barrel I’m your brother your little sister I’m your mother i’ll give you a blister i’ve got blistex i’ve got windex i’ve got a lot of excuses why i can’t have sex some people got a lot of hits other people just like playing that same old fucking tired blues riff