have had to do things
i aint too proud of
just to stay alive
but hey what can i say
it was all survival
learned how to play the game
Born to win and lose
and to be born again
so i can die and win more
to lose like never before
BURN IN HELL SATAN or SANTA
whatever you call yourself these days
my xmas tree is on fire
in a city made of gasoline
there’s a new sheriff
in this town
but it sure ain’t me
oh no it sure ain’t me
rapidly escalating bipolarities
wreaking havoc on my love life
a curious case of suicidal tendencies
overcomplicating trivialities
takes a certain kind of madness
to even comprehend or entertain
WISHY WASHY WILLY WONKA
whatever floats your boat these days
my services dont come cheap
but you can buy your way to fame
used to be the great king nothing
ruled the galaxies and then
someone pinched me
to be joyous is to be a madman
in a world of sad ghosts
i have no resources, hopes, or dreams
i am the happiest man alive
the years have been unkind to my lies
chased unicorns but only found butterflies
researched their superhero origin stories
on the backs of cereal boxes
while waiting for my sugarmama
to get back home