if you dont understand it, i cant explain it

poor me, i dig myself holes
somebody marry me, i'm getting old
somebody remind me why i continue to press on
i need a flamingo to put on my front lawn
i need a front lawn
i need to stop feeling sorry for myself
i need to stop repeating myself
everything is fading slowly
no longer selling out, i'm buying in
redefining my grin
making new medicine and now i'm sick of it all
but i can't get enough
hating females less
accepting the fact i'm slowly dying
and can't make any songs that glitter
or be happy in roller skating rinks
so fuck a revolution
it's all about starcraft, palm-pilots
and meaning what you say

sole - i don't rap in bumper stickers
(he's witty with 40-liners)

morning dips

when i first wake i administer the usual morning walk through death
no sense in abusing your lungs with pepper I go straight for a high grade phencycladine with all the extras
then i like to open the walls in the house and since it's never mine i start immediately
i can destroy an entire upstairs six bedroom penthouse in under 15 minutes
and after this one i'll be up to a thousand
for a rush some jump from planes or fly them into builidngs
i blackmail the wives of broadcast guys
and every quarter moon it seems the situation asks for a bit of the old 'demolition'
since none of you can see i won't waste your time with special effects
for these are the hateful and shermed out adventures of a child that dared defy a conformist lifestyle...

cage - morning dips