Lirieke: Tool. Rosetta Stoned.
All righty then. Picture this if you will.
Grabbed at 2am and actually eating a, you know a box of crispy cremes.
I might need as I approach site area 51 contemplating the hoax.
Of people thinking we just took a flaming
Stale banana-split-the-skylight.
Well one opened up we'd expect to see in A place like THIS.
Code red I'll put us in a diamond setting.
Right on my Birkenstocks in the open.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Holy Fucking shit!
Holy Fucking shit!
Holy Fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit!
Holy Fucking Shit...Holy Fucking Shit...Holy Fucking Shit.
Let the X-file be entered
As some kind of blue creature
I hate it when it stows a meteor in my bathroom
If you look at your appearance for a
moment you can see.
Another banana bourbon enema
Someone hovered above my buckeyes.
My daily chore.
Maybe I'll run over the upper lid but all I could think was...
Careful to mark your girlfriends 17 fucking cats
The sewer line is waiting.
Like an apparition he had me crying out.
Fuck me.
Sodomy.
A dead head chemistry.
Bladder problems won't stifle me.
If I can't make it,
people who are watching see.
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some needle spooning.
He revealed to me a
Singular purpose, he said you are the chosen one.
The one who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
and a warning for those who do not.
Me? The chosen one,
They chose me.
And I didn't graduate from fucking high school.
you be..tter.
you be..tter.
you be..tter.
you better listen.
He looked right through me
with somniferous almond eyes.
Don't even know what that means
must remember to write it down.
This is surreal.
Like the time he floated away.
See my heart is pounding,
cause this shit never happens to me.
CAN'T BREATHE, RIGHT NOW!
It was surreal.
Like I woke up in Wonderland
All sort of terrifying.
I don't want to be alone when I tell this story
and can anyone tell me why?
All the sudden my peanuts dance?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is surreal.
Finally it's my lucky day.
See my heart is racing,
cause this shit never happens to me.
CAN'T BREATHE, RIGHT NOW!
You believe me don't you, please believe what I just said, see they're telling true
and this wasn't all in my head.
See they took me by the hand and invited me right in,
then they showed me something.
I don't even know where to begin.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED, FEET COLD AN EYES RED
I'M OUT MY HEAD, AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
(high...I I I I I....high.. I I I I I)
(high)
[repeated]
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
Born to bear and read to all
the details of our ending.
to write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen, shit the bed again, typical.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED, FEET COLD AN EYES RED
I'M OUT MY HEAD, AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD.
SUNKIST AND SUDAFED, GYROSCOPES AND INFRA RED, WON'T HELP, BRAIN DEAD,
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
I...!!!
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME
MADE OUT TO BE, A HERO!!!
Can't remember what they said.
OH NO, HELP NOW.
Can't remember what they said.
DON'T KNOW.
WON'T KNOW.
[repeated]
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
Grabbed at 2am and actually eating a, you know a box of crispy cremes.
I might need as I approach site area 51 contemplating the hoax.
Of people thinking we just took a flaming
Stale banana-split-the-skylight.
Well one opened up we'd expect to see in A place like THIS.
Code red I'll put us in a diamond setting.
Right on my Birkenstocks in the open.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Holy Fucking shit!
Holy Fucking shit!
Holy Fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit!
Holy Fucking Shit...Holy Fucking Shit...Holy Fucking Shit.
Let the X-file be entered
As some kind of blue creature
I hate it when it stows a meteor in my bathroom
If you look at your appearance for a
moment you can see.
Another banana bourbon enema
Someone hovered above my buckeyes.
My daily chore.
Maybe I'll run over the upper lid but all I could think was...
Careful to mark your girlfriends 17 fucking cats
The sewer line is waiting.
Like an apparition he had me crying out.
Fuck me.
Sodomy.
A dead head chemistry.
Bladder problems won't stifle me.
If I can't make it,
people who are watching see.
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some needle spooning.
He revealed to me a
Singular purpose, he said you are the chosen one.
The one who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
and a warning for those who do not.
Me? The chosen one,
They chose me.
And I didn't graduate from fucking high school.
you be..tter.
you be..tter.
you be..tter.
you better listen.
He looked right through me
with somniferous almond eyes.
Don't even know what that means
must remember to write it down.
This is surreal.
Like the time he floated away.
See my heart is pounding,
cause this shit never happens to me.
CAN'T BREATHE, RIGHT NOW!
It was surreal.
Like I woke up in Wonderland
All sort of terrifying.
I don't want to be alone when I tell this story
and can anyone tell me why?
All the sudden my peanuts dance?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is surreal.
Finally it's my lucky day.
See my heart is racing,
cause this shit never happens to me.
CAN'T BREATHE, RIGHT NOW!
You believe me don't you, please believe what I just said, see they're telling true
and this wasn't all in my head.
See they took me by the hand and invited me right in,
then they showed me something.
I don't even know where to begin.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED, FEET COLD AN EYES RED
I'M OUT MY HEAD, AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
(high...I I I I I....high.. I I I I I)
(high)
[repeated]
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
Born to bear and read to all
the details of our ending.
to write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen, shit the bed again, typical.
STRAPPED DOWN MY BED, FEET COLD AN EYES RED
I'M OUT MY HEAD, AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD.
SUNKIST AND SUDAFED, GYROSCOPES AND INFRA RED, WON'T HELP, BRAIN DEAD,
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
I...!!!
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME
MADE OUT TO BE, A HERO!!!
Can't remember what they said.
OH NO, HELP NOW.
Can't remember what they said.
DON'T KNOW.
WON'T KNOW.
[repeated]
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!