Think I've got it Now I've lost it Found my marbles Who'd have thought it? Swore I dropped 'em Down the faucet When I Washed my hands Of the bad Blood between Saturn's rings and the kitchen sink Some come off it You're so cosmic Don't you bother With the nonsense Got a rocket In my pocket Strapped to a golden cockpit Set for the black comets Market To see Princess Darkness Who's stuck Watching What you watch when You feel certain No one's watching What you watch when Washing your stockings Or whenever Theres nothing Worth surfing on any Of the Seven thousand Channels of bullshit But what's the difference Shelob's got it Going on man Got no clue what's Going on man Caught the golem With no problem In the palm of her red Velvet hand The whole cloth Cuts diamond From the iron curtain To wed hell and heaven So turn on man Come on drop in Watch me crawling Up the walling The walrus is In my hall again Wherefore the egg man is Calling My bluff Going all In on a Pair of threes And the two-hearted Queen All's breaking This evening So stop knocking The doors open If it's not al- Ready broken Tis the season To get roped in To the deep end Anchoring The thread un- Ravelling The old labyrinths Infamous entrance To the winter dance In the back Of your pants Give hell a chance You can catch me Catch me falling All the way back to last autumn Got that favor Still to call in Save the stalling Let's get lost in The rotten Thing you did To Mrs Robinson Last weekend Out behind Marilyn's Indian Summer vacation Kingdom under The shining Deep green sea In the backseat Of her Plymouth Station wagon To keep up with The jonesing It's alright It's alright its alright Aint no point Thinking twice Won't you take my advice It's alright It ain't great It's alright Like a dark Stormy night Raining fire and ice Just to give Hell a fright Goddam right Would you tell The president I'm all right Know I ain't come to fight Only here for the night Don't you read me My rights Policeman I'm alright I'll see you on The isle of wight Been waiting my Entire life for a Moment just like The one upon us Can't say i've seen Anything quite like can't even lie You know I Can't even Open my eyes Watch me blindly Circling paradise With the chesire cats Ball of twine That tied up his own tongue with feline To the burning soul Twisting my mind

Whats the fuzz Who brought the drugs Im drunk As fuck How much For us To bump A bunch Of the Good stuff Off of Your jugs I got ten bucks And some Dank nugz Up from Texas Come puff My dutch Life sucks It's rough For scum Can't front Give up Don't trust Your buds Theyre bums Greg huffs Garbage No bluff Let's crush The dust It's fun Because I'm such A thug I run This club Go cut A rug You slut Don't judge I'll bust That butt So done Wit love Got no Purpose Enoughs Enough Jesus Finish The snuff We're punks Act tough Get strung Out on The junk Don't jump Can't dunk I'm stuck Where was The bus I'm lost Bb Or just So dumb So what's The rush

I don't give shit But who gives a shit I been a piece shit Ever since my parents Dropped me on my head When I was an infant So let me waste my breath On booze sex and cigarettes I'm an idiot Now who's the idiot Can't say what I just said And don't you forget it Done did what stupid is Don't put no name on my test But who needs the alphabet On booze sex and cigarettes I'm joining the circus Dropped out of clown college So sick of politics They don't make no difference I ain't that talented But neither is the president The aliens pledge allegiance To booze sex and cigarettes Don't trust the government Murder the government Give them their medicine Open all the prisons The Earth will have revenge At the end of the weekend When I am less fucking wasted On booze sex and cigarettes I just got arrested I just got arrested I am so pathetic It is hilarious I'll make me piss my pants With just forty ounces Of bodega old English Plus some sex and cigarettes My friends think I'm depressed Yeah thats why I'm depressed They say its time to quit And see their therapist But I ain't addicted I'm just a nervous wreck And who needs barbiturates On booze sex and cigarettes I'm not listening No one is listening Ain't got no self respect Ain't even got two cents Just blew my last paycheck On a round of silver bullets An old fashioned, two packs reds Booze sex and cigarettes... Woke up on the wrong side of bed Bsc Look like you lost a bet Bsc Still can't give it a rest Bsc Feeling like a shit sandwich Bsc Haven't got time for breakfast Bsc Ain't got any stomach left Bsc Pass more gas than judgment Bsc Can't express your argument Bsc Can't understand consequence Bsc Don't fear no side effects Bsc Want damage that permanent Bsc Think it's still Oktoberfest Bsc On a doublevision quest Bsc Broken all the commandments Bsc Can't get enough punishment Bsc Bored to death of existence Bsc Don't know what to expect next Bsc Living from breath to breath Bsc Taking up an instrument Bsc don't know you're psychotic yet Bsc Just another statistic Bsc Show up to work half undressed Bsc Trapped in unemployment Bsc Digging yourself into debt Bsc Bank underneath a mattress Bsc Just took out a second mortgage Bsc Has your house been repossessed Bsc Living out on a bench Bsc Sitting out on a ledge Bsc Exhausted all resources Bsc Ran out of excuses? Bsc Forgot how to forget Bac

so you're sitting in your room with nothing to do you spent the past hour trying to not think about food yeah you don’t really feel like nothing at all you're like a brand new computer you forgot to install and you got all these voices leaving messages so you can’t fall asleep and you wish you were dead you’re like help me Jebus please call the cops maybe I’m robot, maybe I’m not or maybe I’m a jerk, maybe life just sucks could it be possibly I’m making this all up is there a chance all I need could be some good luck should I just give it up and stop giving a fuck do I really have a problem, do I need help isn't the best medicine forgetting ‘bout your self that sounds pretty good I think I’ll do that so I run up the stairs screaming at mom and dad we like drugzzz give us your money we like drugzzz give us your money we like drugzzz give us your money we like drugzzz give us your money so I pick up Mary Jane to get my head out the game she brings over her friend molly and her man Dan K lifting Queen Anne’s lace, sipping Texas tea from the goblet of jam, with a whole oozie assassinating the youth with giggling seeds from a rainy day woman in the KGB but I’m no dope ma, I’m getting my broccoli that ol’ homegrown with the side of macaroni it’s pretty sticky icky but my bud Sour D has got it outta control like a Carribean reef that Pakistani Black, that Cambodian Red that Acapulco Gold swimming in my head and we haven’t even started, so lets break out the blow lets get krazy with the K, but you already know a lil’ krack-kokaine with some MDMA that sandy candy that be all up in the Bay yo LSD PCP ecstasy ketamine dramamine mescaline crystal methamphetamine DMT tryptamine chloral hydrate nicotine salvia bufotenine dextropopoxyphene opium vicodin disco biscuit heroin adderall ritalin valium oxycodone anything to keep me trucking, inside-out me into nothing Elmer’s glue, I’m not fussing, Robitussin, gimme something we like drugzzz give us your money we like drugzzz give us your money we like drugzzz give us your money we like drugzzz give us your money so I’m feeling alright, yeah I’m not low I’m pretty krazy with the K, but you already know the world actually starts to be interesting when you stop trying to have one identity and all the points slip away every second you breathe and you start seeing things that you never have seen you call me a fiend like you know beauty but you haven’t even read my diary I’m like Ken Kesey, so fucking aware Like Jack Kerouac on Jack Herrer I’m badder than Anakin after he became Darth Like Marcel Duchamp pissing on theories of art I’m like Stanley Kubrick with a page and a pen Like Clint Eastwood, yeah its all in your head I’m like a bad joke from Norm McDonald I’m like Miles Davis hitting the staccato I’m like Doc Ellis with all the bravado I’m like Dr. Dre yeah let your body waddle like a nuclear warhead toying with fate I’m like the Super Bowl with no commercial breaks Like a wrong note from Jerry Garcia Like Syd Barrett, shine on you crazy diamond Like what Ziggy Stardust did Bowie I’m like World War I destroying reality we like drugzzz give us your money we like drugzzz give us your money we like drugzzz give us your money we like drugzzz give us your money

Eileen was only seventeen when she dropped in upon the scene we ate her up like mescaline she was as cute as a button all coated in that gabardine she must’ve borrowed from Jim Dean to stray this far east of Eden smack dab into the lion’s den yeah we were something philistine toasting our ghosts with vaseline just to smell our own gasoline and behold the wool gathering out behind the old abandoned bus station that we called a dwelling we were too high for ceilings and cared not for material things we a had habit forming to begin every morning with the breakfast of champions royal hash topped with poppy seeds oh yeah you really need to try our cooking it'll make your mind feel so crystalline and put the fun back into function its got the children hooked on doing the mother-fucking locomotion without a second thought to the rebellion with just a little spoonful of our very own double secret homegrown love medicine and wouldn’t you know old fortune decided to turn up again she must of heard our tambourine paying tidings to Cymbeline but whatever it happened to be she happened on our happening as the sages had once foreseen At last we had our acid queen you could tell by how the raven circled around the mountain above which shone constellations making the shape of a question down to the howling wolverine fishing at the edge of the ravine meandering out to the ocean underneath the great beneath to rinse the numberless teeth of the leviathan yeah she sent us reeling we were all hornier than baleen oh man if you could only have seen the look on our faces that evening she dropped our jaws like guillotines and the floor started rolling... to the spin of minor revolutions and then began bubbling... into the sin of the second Napoleon and right there was Bob Dylan hitting on Mary Magdalene making her skin crawl into the shawl worn by every false revelation all I could see were her eyes so green or should I say the way they turned everything blue and yellow as submarine she dug a coral cave so labyrinthine all the walls began caving in for within the willowing wind stood still combing the sand in her dreads falling down to her knees Oh Eileen won’t tell me how you've been all my life I’ve been waiting for you to come and bust in the door of my perception and rob me of my illusion Oh no don’t you leave your skin to my imagination May be walking oblivion but that’s just the psilocybin letting me do the talking and it says to share a helping so won’t you take this token of my appreciation I’d die for you if you’re in to begin again well, she offered some of her nicotine her second to last twenty-seven without a moments hesitation you have got to be kidding I'm kind of in to Clapton’s nineteen seventy seven BBC session Think that its called Me and Mister Robert Johnson I highly recommend then again I can’t pretend... like tears in heaven hasn’t got my eyes wetter than Question Marcus’ band those damn Mysterians though he ain’t no Townshend but a most a troubled man but enough about him can I interest you in a room temp refreshment of ancient Hawaiian diet margarita blend first stirred then shaken with serpent tongue taken straight from youth’s fountain if I’m not mistaken its still free of gluten you can find it herein my canteen Oh Eileen you lick my fucking slate clean i just have one question What’s happening I mean you know what I mean have you seen what I've seen Or am I-- just hallu--cina--ting been having visions of event horizons I’ve got the weird--est sus- pinion pinching out the poison from the scorpion king cree-ping be-neath my-skin you can’t win so crash in to your green glass ceiling go flirt-- with o--blivi--on until the quicksilver screen stops the flick-flick-flickering escaping slipstream time is a-wasting, so don’t delay the flying Dutchman’s day of rerun reckoning got a sickening feeling burning in the pit of my spleen maybe I took--one too many--amphetamines but if you listen closely you can hear the silence of the mind’s racing wind and suddenly she sported a grin wider than the River of Jordan that she just couldn’t seem to open she could only listen dammit we’ve done it again another innocent vice im for experimentation a child bride for our Fraankenshtein another toy pet for our Stanley Owsley to set him free from the tree limb hanging over the grateful dead head sea We can be your new family if you only would stop struggling and just give in to the demons taking possession of your memory your new destiny is to conceive immaculately the progeny of our chief freak Aren’t you lucky Say something pretty please Eileen Don’t leave me We’re meant to be Don’t mess me Show some mercy I’ll take pity you know you’re the like strangest thing this side of the Mississippi let be the stream Mother Mary don’t row gently like our Jimmy and his Julie God awaken Administer the vaccine Not one more casualty shit it ain’t working So sorry Acid queen but maybe in a million years I’ll call ya to say that I finally finished building my damn flying machine and I’m leaving today yeah not one minute too late and would you like to come get high with me baby I really could use the company or at least someone to say things will never be okay but go ahead call me crazy or better yet insane I’ll catch you at the edge of the galaxy and then in a split second her third eye blew wide open death’s cousin was awoken by magical spells softly spoken across the bottomless ocean where distant time stood frozen over the labyrinth’s motion that volunteered her origins Eileen was born to Jean Devine on the morning that she married Henry McClean, an ex-Marine and Korean war veteran a private who’s sole life mission was to invade the motherland in the name of American automobile production and hometown detroit michigan and Jean was keen on treating Hank like the sultan of all human civilization her whole life she’d been an orphan thusly did their daughter come in To this world kicking and screaming No one gave Eileen the option of whether or not to begin her story in a flooded basement apartment on the border of Aberdeen and the wastelands of Abilene off the corner of evergreen and the cracked street of broken dreams where nothing’s always guaranteed and everything ain't what it seems it wasn’t no place for raising anyone with aspirations so one evening back as a glassy-eyed freshman she found her parents medicine cabinet filled with prescriptions for morphine and amphetamines Eileen’s winning combination that night she went off the deep end for sometime til a great notion consumed her decision making faculties so this student of pinball machine bounced off the walls and up the stream without a paddle or a dream she licked her chin while sleepwalking to the beat of white noise rising off the pavement founding the parking lot of the academy for science and hypocrisy where Eileen slipped in through a backdoor left open by a drunken custodian who didn’t need no convincing seeing the harvest moon shining upon senior graduation until our queen got the craving for the taste of carcinogens filtered out of a Parliament and flicking caution to the three sheets wind with the small possibility of becoming the exception to the trend of delinquency surrounding her environment but she had trouble focusing and far greater difficulty acknowledging mortality so her smoldering butt landed in tragedy it found a pool of kerosene collecting by recycling bins filled to the brim and spilling out on to the linoleum flooring that our custodian stood mopping so diligently until the gin started calling and then our queen finally began her life’s journey she took a fancy to running all the way to the train station where she stole on the 5:15 headed to where she’d never been off her wagon out of her brain all the way to a lost weekend washed upon the Iberian Peninsula where Eileen discovered the pleasure of Argentinian Coca Cola on sugar magnolia granola along with every known agent of cancer until she swore she heard the answer stealing off somewhere in the ether and these words did the air offer her no one else will ever know either then following what must have been three quarters of a century Eileen resumed her wandering in the general direction of Satan’s hidden meaning the ice throne of the yellow king which she believed lied in waiting under the jugs filled with urine helping us maintain hydration despite our most ardent attempts at persuading our monarch of the contrary she knew not of reality and could not dare let us repeat her sad story of damnation in ourselves she could only see her own ugliest reflection she returned to her beginnings to preempt our end with a pyromaniac's accident from the patron saint of wedding crashing

Take Me down To where Your gown Touches Up the Outskirts Of town Past where John Brown Bag goes To drown The go-round Don't give Up now You're not Allowed Swallow The crown Hid by Your frown Run out Your mouth To the Split tongue That surrounds The dogged hellhound Who lives to clown the fairground's Runaround For a pound Of the finest finish Beginnings can unbind a cold dish To relish cursed wand to unwind You've got no damn business Bargaining For the bark you hide Just to bide Your last bite Of shit pie While the flies Catch a ride To the other side Of the hive mind I me mine My my my Oh my dear Your fear Has brought You here It is Not there Am I Made clear? You ride a tear to where this world Disappears And drops into The mystery of Enigma in a Paper cup Wrapped around Luna's Silver tongue The warp and woof Of the free lunch That Saturn copped Off Jupiter For the last straw In Shenandoah Don't you know There ain't no Where to go Rock the boat Til it Floats on dowstream To where Dying thoughts Go to Lay down The bones That they picked With the dire wolfs Cold blooded mire To pour fire on Ice water Whatever Could be worse Couldn't hurt To make sure What looks pure On the curb Don't sugar Your mirror Take my word Hear me clearer Than I deserve

Let me out... Out of the tower Looking out o'er The top of the hour The future's ours Release the hounds The sheep lost count Of what surrounds The hollow crown Hunting the ground To the lighthouse Wearing the shroud Of wildflowers Above the clouds Never coming down Drifting eastbound Hey man slow down Figure it out What's this about It wears me out Won't hear you shout Who's laughing now The sound resounds Neither fish nor fowl The river's mouth Gave a china cat meow The moon's shadow Jumped the holy coward Tore the night's gown A brand new one But it does--n't Really matter Anyway There ain't Another minute Left to waste But go Right on ahead punk And make my day Who's to say That history Has hell to pay You'll catch a break From the perfect wave

I'm not even mad; I'm just fucked in the head Can't say if I'm sad; I just forget what I said But no need to feel bad; just don't get out of bed And please dont tell your dad; Lord knows hes raising the dead But what was the question; is it worth repeating? Was it all really worth it; or just a spike in the trend? Is there something I'm missing; or does it all just depend? Is this the beginning; or just another dead end? Been hoping There's something Thats open At 4am I'm starving No sleeping For your man Never been Lesser than Now and then Been holding Love potion Number 10 Once and again Wrap your hands Round my engine Go the distance To that feeling When you say when No reason To get bent Over nothing Go get sent To heaven What's living When you're in On the plan For going Where ya been But I ain't no loser; I just can't find a friend And I ain't no user; I just don't like to pretend Could use an accuser; can't finish a sentence There never was any future; the past don't make any sense But tell me something I don't know; I'll tell you all of my plans I may be an asshole; but I'll still show you some shit I once saw a black hole shine just like a diamond You know the way she fucking goes is out of my hands Been hoping There's something Thats open At 4am I'm starving No sleeping For your man Never been Lesser than Now and then Been taking Love potion Number 10 Once and again Wrap your hands Round my engine Go the distance To that feeling When you say when No reason To get bent Over nothing I can't stand Arguing Call it in No knowing Where ya been Got frozen like the wind The rocking and rolling Broke me in With stolen Wings golden From the hand Waving below the ocean

what’s the word oh brother have you heard the sphinx purred from under the hood of Uncle Whiskers' thunderbird that sputtered about the wheel shouldered by the steward of lost lounge lizards as she slithered her way out the cracked pot stirred by the shepherd of wayward wizards the noble doctor of double standards whose wool he manufactured out of the moss that gathered around the leopard that spotted the messiah’s withered grapevine twisting the town drunkard's arm behind the backward buzzard tarred and feathered by Richard the third’s clever bastard when the market cornered beagles honored by the butchered rumors the pig whispered as eternity recurred in a pipe dream deferred But there goes that girl I always pass in grand central terminal on the stairwell past the Scarsdale rail where the churls peddle marked-down Marlboros but for her with the black pearl in her nostril they’ll unfurl several crystal vials of lightning in a bottle and ya better bet she haggles that lady only shops all natural sews her own peril for apparel one look could go and make a gargoyle give up and lose all of his marbles she’ll have you wrapped around your finger beneath a bed unmade of tendrils oh man i swear she’ll ground your laurels into a floral petal spiral that girl got more curves than an integral and more back than an epidural she’ll hit you like a forward lateral then catch you like fish in a barrel carved out of an endless candle assuming the mantle she too hot to handle she like a firecracker on the first of April over my own funeral in the shade of windmills tilted by shade thrown from the tilt of a whirl in the middle of her jerry curl cotton candy twirl swirling like a ghost carnival oh she so immaterial how she makes me want to hurl up the cure for a heart's desire pure fire she got me burning for the dead of winter her laughter makes my eyes water she’s a blur of thorned antlers and hard liquor can’t be sure she ain’t undercover she more wired than the phone number to Miss Demeanor

baby don't go you know I love you so so much I want to grow old more than all of the gold that glitters further up the yellow oven brick road to North El dorado ain't got no secret to show but who fucking knows so what if I been drinking what harm’s eleven Heinekens seasoned with my new prescription something to stop the thinking I'm a madman on a mission going to the end of the bend closing in around Satan's twenty four seven invitation to pretend that I am your garden head come with me Emily guarantee I will keep my nose clean don't ya sneeze at the keys to daddy's mystery machine got a lead on sweet nothing take a beat there's candy in the backseat blow some steam watch your speed Miss Casey you're driving me buggy got a notion to fix your wagon up an engine your white pony been jonesing to the carry a sleepy company off on the amazing Am journey to the Albany County Jubilee to see how pretty the only ten I see is looking in lime and limpid green country scene when the honey whiskey is working perfectly and keeping her busy from worry have mercy red lady let it bleed liberty is dirt cheap a ferry balcony in between the city and Jersey Jack Kennedy's Kingdom in Queens pays police overseas for the lease to rock-rockaway beach in refugee families go broaden your horizons at the corner grocery with the golden awning under the canopy of the old willow tree’s sanctuary nearly due east of purgatory where I'll be shaking like Sugaree rubbing three lucky pennies sofly on a lottery rosary copped off a junky high priest dropping calliope philosophy so lonely