Fatso Jetson Gargle
Ithcy brother's lost his eyes,
taken out and polarized,
cosmic morons orbiting my head.
Feeling dizzy, feeling dead,
lookin' to the tv set
to pacify my thoughts and keep them down.
Here's to boredom and regret,
here's to bouncing all the checks,
I'll hack away at the roof above my head.
Don't you worry, dry your eyes,
I head some good advice,
Burning bridges and taking out the trash.
I don't know what you've been told,
it doesn't pay to try.
I don't know what you've been told,
don't let it go to your head.
Talkin' nonsense, taking sides,
blame this on your foolish pride,
passive warrior sleeping in his jeans.
He'll have his chance he'll f..ck it up,
a truck stop with no coffee cups,
he'll bring the table, I'll forget the chairs.
Tell you what this means to me,
I'm riddled with uncertainty,
I'm sure you hear it fumbling in the lines.
Second guessing, jump the gun,
leave the clown shoes, take the fun,
Put your dagger back into my side.
I don't know what you've been told,
it doesn't pay to try.
I don't know what you've been told,
don't let it go to your head.
