Hey Mr. Famous boy, look at you now
Your scooters on fire, tipping cash cows
They got printing factories and restraining orders
You got booking agents and fancy lawyers
Your squeezing out that last drop of shampoo
Sticky notes on your lunch, you look like Shamoo
I’m standing right here with the beer in my hand
And I don’t understand, no I don’t understand

Where were you when the Beatles died?
Driving in your Lacville ’79
Flipping burgers and greasy fries
Fix the cassette deck in your ride
Swanky blazers and superman ties
I got all wrapped up in a big fat lie
I hope it makes you cry, I hope it makes you cry

Whatever we weren’t meant to do
Flap your wings, invent the groove
Stay up late, and chew your food
It’s all gonna sink to the bottom of the sea
I have you and you got me

Take me down now
I’ve been on this wall for much too long
Save me a spot
Front row of the funeral, watch me rot
Take me downtown
I’ve been stuck on this god damn song
Save me sexy robot
Front row of punk show, flinging snot

I'm Already dead
Falling flat on my head
Got dread flowing out my eyes
A pocket full a dust and cyanide
Suicide oozing from my ears
I got Mountain Dew for tears
Rub my heart in gravel
Sludge soda and a rattle
Baby snakes on the barb wire
I'm a rubber tire
I'm the fire on your windshield
Mixed feelings about the real deal
Sealed and signed
Delivered to your mind
Caught in the vortex
Bullet hole in my cerebral cortex
Jam me in the microwave
A brain is a terrible thing to taste
I'm dripping sweat from my teeth
I got Fool's gold on a leash
Creep show spazzoid
All work and no noise
Cop killer sex toy
Blood lust joy
Fun crusher technology
Space face odyssey
Don't test the hype machine
Fuck the red white blue and green
A dream destroyed
Voyage to the void
Crude drawings of my past self
Carved in my tombstone
roller coaster to hell

Ride the wave