You were that monkey wrench turning mind bandit
7-11 rodeo jockey, floating like you planned it
Not really....
It's about the same way I been feeling
Kicked about by tin can soccer-moms weekly
Neurotic.....
Nervous ticks with sweaty palm drips
and all the back of neck hair doing stand up style back flips
But seriously....
How can you face this shit so fearlessly
Coming out swinging and going out tearlessly
....that smell....
Waste deep in it, oops I fell
Slipped between the cracks, ended up somewhere left of hell
Been there....
No time to hang around so you can act like you care
No time for passion turned into lingering stare
Dead end.......................................................................