The big, bad dude
That hangs with you
Has gone insane
The big, bad dude
That hangs with you
Has gone insane

Gorilla Pimp
Gorilla Pimp
Run yourself a trot-line
With yourself some ho
Get yourself a motel
With yourself some ho
Get yourself a wet-bar
With yourself some ho

Ho! Where my money?

You resent your mom
So it's tough to get along
Each woman that you meet
Doesn't meet your unmet needs
Your low self-esteem
Fixed by patriarchal dreams
A woman in her place
Bigotry by sex, not race

As long as you see sex
As "getting pussy"
A box is your home
Cold and alone
As long as you see women
As holes for your penis
You are not a credit
To your species or genus

Misogyny
Misogyny
One of the primal engines
Of society

Work out your problems
With your mommy

Mrs. Mount was mountainous
In my kindergarten days
She taught us our simple tasks
With ridicule and shame

Each and every one of us
Had our name on a paper shoe
Pinned to the wall with yarn laces
We knew what we had to do

Some were tied and some were not
We knew just who was who
We learned that in this life
Some will win and some will lose

Perhaps it happened to her
When she was a child just like me
Perhaps it happened to her
And she passed it on unknowingly

Tie your shoes!
Tie your shoes!
The scoreboard my little friend
Is never out of view

The Wall of Paper Shoes

Failure came with nonchalance
When in the public glare
I just tried to tell myself
I really didn't care

So as my child comes in the world
In her I won't infuse
The feelings handed down to me
At the wall of paper shoes

I'm good, you're the one that's sick
But I'll help you, help you with my
Carrot and stick
I do, do everything for you
You try but you never come through

So feel for me, feel for me
I wallow on your stormy sea
Feel for me, feel for me
My feelings come vicariously

Bad times, who's to blame?
Blame you
Your selfish ineptitude
I live, live your life instead
Cause I live right inside your head

What did, what did I do?
I just want to take care of you
No one will love you like I do
Without me you won't make it through

"Welcome to McDonald's, may I help you?"
"I...I...uh...I want a Mack-donald's hamburger."
"Would you care for an apple pie with that, sir?"

If I wanted a damn pie
I would have ordered a damn pie!

Dr. Wells! Dr. Wells!
I'm on my medication, Dr. Wells!
I'm doing very well.
I don't have the time for this kind of discourtesy right now
They're messing with me and I'm trying to deal with this
And I don't want to go back to the ward, Dr. Wells!
I don't want to go back to the ward!
Because I never even really come here
And the one damn time I do
Ya'll just try to confuse me!
Now did I do that to you?
Dr. Wells! Dr. Wells!
I don't want to go back to the ward, Dr. Wells!

'Cause if I wanted a damn pie,
I would have ordered a damn pie!

Dr. Wells! Dr. Wells!
I'm on my medication, Dr. Wells!
(prolonged spastic freakout)
Because I never even really come here
And the one damn time I do
Ya'll just try to confuse me!
Now did I do that to you?
Dr. Wells, please help me Dr. Wells!
Get these people away from me
Everybody just get away from me!
Get away! Get away!

'Cause if I wanted a damn pie,
I would have ordered a damn pie!

Burn Burn Burn!!!
Burn Golden Arches! Burn!
I can't take it any more!

'Cause if I wanted a damn pie,
I would have ordered a damn pie!

Eat, work, passive recreation
Game Over
Thirty-one million seconds a year
tick tick tick
Embalm me now
Embalm me later
Microwave couch potato
The exercises in impotent aggression
The Congress of the Damned
Is now in session

Communism lost
Why haven't we won?
Desperately trying to have some fun
Desperately trying to have some fun
Communism lost
Why haven't we won?

And the women
Silently screeching
In the paradigm
Paint My Wrinkled Face!
Paint My Wrinkled Face!

Defunct cortex
With designer label
What will you do
When they cut off your cable?

And the women
Silently screeching
In the paradigm
Paint My Wrinkled Face!
Paint My Wrinkled Face!

Embalm me now
Embalm me later
Microwave couch potato
The exercises in impotent aggression
The Congress of the Damned
Is now in session
passive
passive
passive

It's not the caboose
That gets me in the end
It's the freight train's engine
That flattens my ass

Danced with the bear
Til I'm all alone
Drinking my way to nowhere

I looked in the mirror
And asked for help
Before I got run over by the train
The primary source of mental illness
Is the avoidance of emotional pain

It's not the caboose
That gets me in the end
It's the freight train's engine
That flattens my ass

A merry-go-round
Of self-deceit
Drinking my way to nowhere

I looked in the mirror
And I asked for help
Before I got run over by the train
The primary source of mental illness
Is the avoidance of emotional pain

Beat it til it hurts
Beat it til it hurts
Beat it til it hurts
Beat it til it hurts

I looked in the mirror
And I asked for help
Before I got run over by the train
The primary source of mental illness
Is the avoidance of emotional pain

Living in California and Florida
Oh it's a giant wax museum
Go for the enormous replica
It's better than the original

Living in a theme park
Living in a theme park

Squeezing my way through mounds of refuse
Staring at ghosts in my confined quarters
There's no such thing as a pure motive
And we all walk with our wounds gaping

Tell somebody
Before the garbage in my house
Starts to drown me out

Tell somebody
I'm not telling it to you for you
I'm telling it to you for me

Hefty Bags of anxiety piled against the wall
Keep the lawn mowed, rake the leaves in the fall

I need you to help me out
To not be like little Sarah Cynthia Stout
Who would not take the garbage out
There is too much garbage in my house

Walking around lonely, back against the wall
But I know about a little hole in a stall
Walk into the men's room, big and tall
Gonna stick my weenie inside that stall
Take my chances, place my bet
Hope for something warm and wet

But I don't know
But I been told
There's a sharky inside
That glory hole

I'm walking with my weenie big and tall
Gonna stick it in that men's room stall
But I don't know
But I been told
There's a sharky inside
That glory hole

Sitting on the toilet with sharp, nasty teeth
It might be Bob, Ray
Or it might be Keith
But I don't know
But I been told
There's a sharky inside
That glory hole