2002-11-24 - 7:08 a.m.
Sheer madness trims your mental hedge
You spray vows with lemon pledge
And I sit twiddling idly by
To count the diamonds in your sky
No, this aint no Beatles song
And Papa Roach may not last long
But once in a while you've got to say
Silly willy woman won't come my way
.
I'm gonna soak up the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
Goodbye to you, those things you do
And other lines that we sing to
But when it all comes down to bait
We use sinkers, fish will weight
To the bottom till they die
Which tanks a lot, way the by
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I said that backwards didn't I?
Does this make sense? Who am I?
Am I a pilot? make a note.
No, an angler? Rock the boat.
Break it down to build it up
Brass Monkey? Where's the cup?
G'day mate, it's all just crikey
I polo, but not for Nike
.
Did I turn into Marilyn Manson?
I'd sooner switch to disco dancin'
Scrape my belly with a rusty razor,
Go to an ameteur vision laser
Let them practice on my eyes
Eat flied lice, please hold the flies,
Than be caught dead in his thigh highs
Thank God I'm still "one of the guys"!
.
OK, I'm quitting, one more thing
I have a bee without a sting
A butterfly who flutters by
And flirts with you, you ask me why?
Let's say I had a play to show
A show to play, oh I don't know
I guess what I am trying to say
Is this is more than words at play.
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