Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister
You might need to rest up or
Because that mental is fading,
You just can't be trusted
The drama, your mama must
have really been disgusted
Always screaming everybody owes you
Dunkin' punks when bringing
you're probably not thinking
Over their head, you'll be crying
You point your finger at Micky D's
Just to gain a little respect
Always screaming everybody owes you
You need to drop that freak
Before the headlights are simply glaring
in your eyes and you're goin' down
What's the matter with the
When you're bleedin' everyone's
thinking how much they hate you
just that time for you to zip up that grill
Take a deep breath, look around,
Still you walk around like a clown
you're the one who's crazy
Institution bound to be the only way
that we can even solve this
Had about as much as I can take
There's certainly some distortion
Certainly some distortion in there
I can't hear you, I've got
A thought just came to me while watching
you and the guys play that
Um, the distortion feels, the sounds,
like anguish or frustration
Like trying to thread a needle with,
I wonder if that's what happened
The kids were getting the guitars
And they were trying so hard
like their favorite singer
They just couldn't bring it off,
so they turned it up louder just to
Because even your face got red and
And the expression on your
Of sheer frustration, or anger, or just
What do you feel when you play this
Um, what I feel when I play dis
I'm letting it all out without any reservations or politeness,
That's, that's a form of honesty,