Excited about the work and the play
if only I could get the sleep out of my eyes, and the dredge out of my throat
and my fingers onto the art
the art but first the muuuuulaaa baby
it's mind over matter, this I already fucking know
so much of my life is this way
me thinks communism has seen its day
but marxist societies spit in your face
supposedly capitalist in their wake
get over it i never had to
i live the positive attitude
who is the one that needs to hear it most
Ecstatic about working and playing
sugar in my cereal bowl can make thee too puffy
all these chemicals make your skin dry
and I still compliment every day
have nice things to say
i'm so nice this way
Let me see what it says on your business card
is that really right today?
what did he write today?
over there on the wall that way?
The captain flashes his badge.
We're so over your bragadocious ways.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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