You Can’t Take That Hot-Rod With You When You Go

Today, they buried a good man.
It got me to thinking about all of the worthless shit
The plastic people worry their lives away with.
Man, life isn’t mortgages,
Life isn’t diamonds, baby (*shine*shine*)
Life’s not your sports car or SUV
Life’s not traffic
Life’s not made of plastic
Life’s not made of plastic

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Half-Eaten Sausage Would You Like To See You In His Office, The (The Locust, Lyrics)

Dear Mr. So and So
Wait until it’s over
Nothing is King now
and Nothing’s getting older

That jerk lives like
a missle with
his pecker (in) one hand and
his pooper (in the) other

What about the paperwork
-bowels working overtime
Feed the faxes apple dumplings
-pay that fucker overtime

hey there bossman
-fickle fucker
hey there bossman
-fickle fucker buy me dinner

The Perfect Drug

I got my head but my head is unraveling
cant keep control can’t keep track of where it’s traveling
I got my heart but my heart’s no good
you’re the only one that’s understood

I come along but I don’t know where you’re taking me
I shouldn’t go but you’re wrenching dragging shaking me
turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
the more I give to you the more I die

you are the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug

you make me hard when I’m all soft inside
I see the truth when I’m all stupid-eyed
the arrow goes straight through my heart
without you everything just falls apart

my blood just wants to say hello to you
my fear is warm to get inside of you
my soul is so afraid to realize
how every little bit is left of me

take me with you
without you everything just falls apart
it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces