I've got about a half a bottle of whiskey in my closet
and I've spent most of the money that I've got left on represses of vinyl and limited run color vinyl
and I've got another paper due tonight at 12AM
on an essay concerning human understanding
you spilt your beer on it last weekend, but it's alright 'cause now I'm laughing at how the ink ran down the page to make more sense than it did in the first place

Well I've got no time, I guess I'll get sick later,
I've got a routine of pressin' my pen to the paper
all alone in my room in a blinding typhoon
'till I'm drowning, Yeah I'm drowning
in everyone around me, all the people I meet,
what's your name, oh thats cute, I'll forget it next week. Soon I'll muster up the courage,
give that beauty-queen a call, she'll say "Mr. Gorbachev, let's tear down this wall"

I might sound crazy, but I want you to chew me up and spit me out, we've gotten so damn lazy that even epimetheus has doubts

that even epimetheus has...
about a half a bottle of whiskey in his stomach,
and he's spent all his money on cheap regrets,
like nicotine and razorblades and all the shit that helps us hate ourselves
I might sound crazy, but I want you to chew me up and spit me out