the same thing happens every time
i go from mad to sad to silent resignation
its hard to gather up my ideas
i go from right to left to right to wrong to noisy contemplation
i'm timid even shy, when i hold my guitar
like an automatic weapon or an alibi
my voice seems light next to conventional weapons
but we all need funding to diversify

i fell into the trap of trying to come up with a comprehensive tune
my words were loose, my lips were tight & my chin was raised high, too
if i use big words or sound absurd, i should fit right in in this goddamn world
i'll try to take, try to give, i ain't leaving here too soon
yes i'll live & i'll die & i'll come & i'll go but i
still wanna know how my money's spent
don't have to know where i'm going
only where it is that i went

my synapses keep on snappin, while my confidence keeps collapsing oh
my will will keep on wiltin, but my bend better keep on bending on

so if yesterday came before today, then tomorrow still comes before yesterday
& if my circles still aren't round enough, it's probably cuz i'm workin against this delay
a wise man said, that is, before he died, once a few people heard and he stopped listening
he said, "what's the difference tween big & small, quantity not quality"
but more can be better, less can be more
sex is fine, unless you're forced to be a whore
it's hard enough to hoard enough, while she's rummaging i'm rambling
you gotta stick your dick in, get your licks in quick
you'll be terrible & we'll be unfortunate
off the grid, still under the lid
you can't escape, but by all means try to live

my synapses keep on snappin, while my confidence keeps collapsing oh
my will will keep on wiltin, but my bend better keep on bending on