wakey wakey rise and shine it's on again, off again, on again watch me fall like dominoes in pretty patterns fingers in the blackbird pie I'm tingling, tingling, tingling it's what you feel not what you ought to, what you ought to reasonable and sensible dead from the neck up because im stuffed, stuffed, stuffed we thought you had it in you but no, no, no for no real reason squeeze the tubes and empty bottles and take a bow, take a bow, take a bow it's what you feel not what you ought to, what you ought to an elephant that's in the room is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling in duplicate and triplicate and plastic bags and duplicate and triplicate dead from the neck up I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed we thought you had it in you but no, no, no exactly where do you get off is enough, is enough I love you but enough is enough enough of that stuff there's no real reason you've got a head full of feathers you're gonna melt it to butter

no use dwelling in whqat might have been water metalelipsicals. when im in the dark i forget the light going in a circle dead from the kneck down dead in the water frozaen in a pond take hold of my hands atissueallfalldown tell that to my face   tell that to my face crawling skeletons no use telling them   what might have been no excuses please no apologies to a walking skeleton movingin the next world say it to my face say it to my face walking skeletons and what might have been dont find yourself in doldrums dont find yourself in doldrums theres too much to be done too much to be done. no use dwelling on no use dwelling on what might have been     i am a