I'm shit for brains.
All this bullshit's on my brains.
I was hanging out with the lizard.
He just gave me his seven best buckets of rain.
Buried in my bullshit are kernels of undigested pain.
Now I'm a walking, talking cliché. I know it's lame.
The story's always the fucking same.
You say that one times one times one equals three.
I don't know what I would do if I were me.
You say that one times one times one equals three.
I don't know what I would do if I were me.
I stuck my hand right though
Some stupid, eternal burning flame.
Now nothing, nothing, is invisible.
& even Peter, he forgot my name.
It's a harm-wrenching twist.
A mystifying mist.
Now nothing at all can comfort me.
Not even getting high, drunk, or pissed off.
You say that one times one times one equals three.
I don't know what I would do if I were me.
You say that one times one times one equals three.
I don't know what I would do if I were me.
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