Golden Chains. He's a captive God. He's a fun-loving guy, but he's really quite odd. And he's a Handyman with a scalpel swatch Coming out of his eye, like the neighborhood watch. And he's a Part-time employee, he's got all the time in the world and he's gonna fly. Part-time employee. No insurance, but he's got hope and he's gonna try. Part-time employee brought an empty shotgun to work And showed it to Pam who thought it was cool. They later made out in the break room by the artificial sugar. Gettin' bread on that office bus. I got so many ties that a rest is a plus or minus. RPG's make me unafraid. They're a role-playing game, not a rocket grenade. Convulsing Part-time employee, he's got all the time in the world and he's gonna fly. Part-time employee. No insurance, but he's got hope and he's gonna try. Part-time employee brought an empty shotgun to work And showed it to Pam who thought it was cool. They later made out in the break room by the artificial sugar. Please, I'm a temporary settler of this land. I need to make networking the focus of my limited engagement With my supervisor, Mr. Johnson. I got him some coke, like a mule. I'm an ass. I'm a speck. I'm a stranger in the place I have to work. He will show you some real respect When he's mowing you down while his cock is erect, like thunder. Tattooed hand with a phoenix wing. He will rise from the ash as the company's king, 'cause he's a Part-time employee, he's got all the time in the world and he's gonna fly. Part-time employee. No insurance, but he's got hope and he's gonna try. Part-time employee brought an empty shotgun to work And showed it to Pam who thought it was cool. They later made out in the break room by the artificial sugar.

How do you know what evil lives in the darkness? Thinking that the evil could be you. Giving a sad look. Over here, I'm giving a bad look. Going outside the wasteland. Living with purpose, Knowing that you just have to survive. Maybe the bad mind Will subside and go by the wayside. Let in a love that's greater. Made even sweeter, Knowing that the evil could be you. Giving a conference pep talk. Here at the hotel, People treat you like you're family. Making a scene there, All this strife and you should have been there. Jimmy passed out butt naked. He couldn't make it Through a thirty rack of Rolling Rock. Drinking a fury. Out for death, a judge and a jury. Living in sin's so happy. Made even sweeter, Knowing that the evil could be you. Watching the Braves on Saturday night. Having our beer with pretzels and chips. Later, I get too drunk to want any Sexual relationship. Have consensual relationship, man. I don't know if love is really my thing. I can't connect, but pussy's okay. Better than using my mangled claw hand. Masturbating. Sucking my time. Anticipating some of the time. Oh! I've got a mounting problem. I get no pleasure. Thinking that it's Ahnedonia. Having a bad time. I would work, if I just had time. Clumps of my hair are falling out of my scalp and Followed by a palpitating heart. Not gonna mention Time I spent trapped in a dimension. Thwarting the clock's deception. Made even sweeter, Knowing that the evil could be you.

She paid a visit to my junkie friend Because he said to me, "You can have some junk for free Because you're so pretty. Join me in complacency." And so she went, intent to beat his ass Because she's paranoid. Though I'd hook up with a boy Because he'd give me toys. As if I could make such a choice. That, of course, is just insane, But to her, I cannot say what I really mean. Passing time through Pacifisting take the path of Passing time through Pacifisting. I guess she put him in the hospital With seven broken ribs; Lacerated both eyelids. Too bad he's got two kids. He should limit fertile jizz. And now he's suing her for all she's got. I fear that he might win, But she could just inform on him And all his heroin. She's a real heroine. All of this, I could avoid If I wasn't so annoyed by not keeping still.

She gets wasted. She gets hammered down, Taking seven shots of rye to the dome. In the frat house, like an atom bomb, Dust will clear and she is left all alone to Then await a fate that's horrible. Waste the date and that is deplorable. Shame! He gets giddy. He gets real aroused At the thought of any bitch passing out. Ans she's drowsy and she's on the couch. She's at arm's length to the brim of the mouth. Pizzicato tickling of lips With the tips of several frat boy dicks. Shame! Telling no one of the crime. Keeping silent. Keeping safe. Take the walk of shame. You're a mime And people will think that you just had a bad time. Shower off the body spray. They don't like you any way. Now internalize the pain. Make that pain go away by your hand By going back to sad land next weekend. Make the same mistake again. He's in prison 'cause the bitch confessed. He's got 7 years to 10, county jail. He won't make it. He's a skinny fuck And his heart is rapidly getting frail. Get a tattoo you don't really want. Maybe gangs will help you get through with this jaunt. But it don't work. You get passed around As a form of currency, for your touch. You got value. You got liquid assets. Especially in the shower, but not much. Should've though of that before you raped. It's ironic that you are now getting raped. Now they found you hanging in the hall. All the blood has rushed from here to your balls.

You got cheap real estate. It's time to out-price you. Turn it into artists' lofts. It's the way of the future for this neighbourhood. I'm taking all your land 'cause I got all your capital. Liquidate your assets, an assassin and a cannibal Feasting on the flesh. I'm a financial animal. Pack your fucking bags 'cause your moving back to Senegal. Get on the boat, motherfucker, with the fishes. Flip your house and sell it to rich, white bitches. I got no time for your fucking shit, but you better Believe your gonna love my development. It's made of a mineral you'll have to extract for me. Go back to Africa and unleash this blasphemy. I'll sell it to you and you smoke this glass for me So you don't perform your labor half-assedly. Flaccid, he turned to his wife and said "ask of me, What has been done to me by Anglo-Saxony Saxophone Soldiers who conquer us happily With bony white passion. He's dressed very dapperly. I've been in the garment industry for 40 years. Over the course of that time, I drank 78,000 beers. I've 4 million dollars worth of cocaine on an airplane, Back in the days when there used to be Soul Train, shit. Setting the puppet, I said it bevels in the cabin If a Ketamine, sediment debtor set up in the tavern 'Cause he keeping a lock on sock it to me, Nakatomi plaza duty Yippee-Kai-Yay motherfucker, you're a lying motherfucker. Tricking the fucking affair, big is indefinite here, thinking of critical Picking a dick on a dare. Sick of indicative air. and he Settles on a pattern of Soda, mozarella and yellow cake I got from Saturn. Yo, the killer's in the meadow. Cutting chunks of meat from his battalion of child soldiers. Fry it with some batter and some scallions and with an order Of some onion rings made from discarded M-16's. I'm talking 'Bout the magazine you get from Manila folders. In the Philippines, you got your penis in some opium, playing Rope-a-dope with Sopapillas, Hopi indians, Pinocchio, Tokyo. Toke a soapy stick of folky dope. Okinawa broken home, A weekend in the Poconos. Subtle, I'm moving through alleyways at 1 o'clock, I Scuttle, like the fucking crabs on my fucking cock. Rebuttal, all alcohol you got in stock, I wanna Muddle. I'll take over the world while drunk off my ass.

I was left here in a small black box. I knew I would pay for what I killed. Feeling like a trapped and frightened fox 'Cause ten strong men are coming up that hill. They got chains and whips and a hangman's noose. I'm not even scared 'cause I'm so drunk. Tearing into me like a Christmas goose. Scalping me into a gruesome monk. I can sense the touch of every filament in the sawteeth Passing through my brainpan, hitting all of the grey matter, boy My brain damage is much more pleasant than expected. Blood's ejected. Dick's erected, welcoming death. I am feeling very sexual When my limbs are being torn apart. I am feeling intellectual When the end of my existence starts. Mind is flooding with a chemical Acting as my cosmic space tour guide, Reaching for a holy tentacle That pulls me to the hopeless world outside. I see horrible intestinal creatures of blighted origin. I can't tell if they are fighting or if they're making love, boy. They're combining. A fleshy, red homunculus appears And take my soul away and now I am free. Ever ask that question to yourself? Looking in a mirror, feeling dead. Why do I persist in living still, Helpless like a twitching, severed head? Living out the seven second time RIght before you lose all consciousness, Writhing ina very private Hell Until you find your peace in nothingness.

Making all the bread before the dead come out to walk and thinking How I could go drinking singing music that is Rock music. The music that is clean. The music that is green. The music that's obscent to me and you and not to grandpa who invented it. You come up to me. You think that you can make some time, but you don't Realize the real eyes are looking 'round the room, you ducker. Let me spell out doom for you in thirty simple rhymes 'Cause I see that switchblade in your pocket; using it for crimes. Well, that's not nice. Fuck you, twice. Fuck me again and your ass is on ice.

Hey there, you got a half pint of some whiskey in a glass. Drink it up and be the night. Somewhere, a man cries out for serendipity to pass. Kneel down, you neophyte! Mohair, the only carpeting that I can stand when I'm pressuring knees. I'm moving back and a fourth by eight degrees. I'm thanking you as the man I get to please. 'Crying,' an Orbison tune that reminds me of a time When I thought that I could be Dying. The blood that's in my lungs shot a single, dotted line Through the back door. Happily sighing, the Percocet is working. I got gobs of the dopamine withdrawl. The symptoms flash like a pretty disco ball. You got at that Spencer's Gift inside the mall. Take a bet. Enter it, arrogant, internet, cigarette-smoking soakers in their folks' interest and Fool me once, I'm a dunce. Residence resonance, Evidence to the tube of soothing ooze for severance and Be a jerk. Get to work like a turk. Use some torque. Stick a fork in my cork. What a sport! It's a tort! I'll abort! All aboard! I'm adored like the Doors On all fours. Open sores put a sore in the whore. Pressure. You gotta get past what the zone can do to you. Be a man and push it through. Leisure, the time in your life when your interest is renewed. Make it soft, but make it crude. Measure your penis in the mirror. My expression's the length in centimetres Wearing nothing but silky, blue wife beaters. Shit, we got on an episode of Cheaters. Trenchant, an observation that you make and then regret. Shake it off an start again. Pension, a whale of a time that you'd rather just forget. See it through and be the end. Tension, I feel it in my ballsack. Back and forth like a big-ass fuck machine. You wish your eyes were a shade of Evergreen. You wish the guys wouldn't be so fucking mean.

I'm dancing like an idiot, but this old dance is really bliss to me And when I make these movements, I explore a moving piece of history. I'm not so relentless, but God I'm mad at the raging demon that I try to quell. Get back to Hell. I mean well, but I cannot follow through with my noble goal. I'm a Dopamine Machine. I'm bleeding like an astronaut whose flesh was just exposed to naked space And when my brains come out my ears, my feet are still tap-dancing on your face.

I threw a wish in the well Don't ask me, I'll never tell I looked to you as it fell And now you're in my way I trade my soul for a wish Pennies and dimes for a kiss I wasn't looking for this But now you're in my way Your stare was holding Ripped jeans, skin was showing Hot night, wind was blowing Where you think you're going baby? Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy But here's my number, so call me maybe It's hard to look right, at you baby But here's my number, so call me maybe Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy But here's my number, so call me maybe And all the other boys, try to chase me But here's my number, so call me maybe You took your time with the call I took no time with the fall You gave me nothing at all, but still you're in my way I beg and borrow and steal At first sight and it's real I didn't know I would feel it, but it's in my way Your stare was holding Ripped jeans, skin was showing Hot night, wind was blowing Where you think you're going, baby? Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy But here's my number, so call me maybe It's hard to look right, at you baby But here's my number, so call me maybe Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy But here's my number, so call me maybe And all the other boys, try to chase But here's my number, so call me maybe Before you came into my life I missed you so bad I missed you so bad... I missed you so, so bad Before you came into my life I missed you so bad And you should know that... I missed you so, so bad It's hard to look right, at you baby But here's my number, so call me maybe Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy But here's my number, so call me maybe And all the other boys, try to chase me, But here's my number, so call me maybe

I want to do nice things and I hope this advice rings True to you. You vice sings upon your chocolate icings. Lice kings and rat meat descend down the backseat. The black beat faculty at the local track meet. Jack me up like fornicating mouse brain on the F train to Bahrain. Contrary to the fairies that pose for me, they are insane. How dare they tempt me and then exempt me. I must be empty. I guess they'll fucking do. I've been in worse holes at rehearsal and it's worth soul And it's worth strife and it's worthless 'cause I got lice. I got bedbugs, roaches and other insects Leading me to believe I'm not being perfect in my ritual cleanliness And my habitual friendliness to the colony of entomology, Living in the space I'm in and in the cracks between my skin. A living ecology, bacteria knowledge, he then went to college Acknowledging glycogen. Psycho, relentless, I feel those folks in my veins Though I'd like to be Michael in pain, Receiving injections. A doc's insurrection And he achieved perfection at the public's own discretion. It was a crime of aggression. A timely event, Sublimely defined by this recession. Hey, where's my fucking pension? Bitch, it's in another dimension. I lost your 401K 'cause I was in a hardcore borrowing phase, A burrowing mole in a maze of cocaine and X-rays. PDFs of CDFs, the 3-D effects CNN project direct the seedy CEO's That left this land so bereft. Oh, just for exhibiting reason, you'll accuse me of high treason. My season's this quarter. I'll seize it at border of Mexico Juarez Drugs and Government cult. I'll chainsaw the jugular and juggle insulting reminders of when salt was the dominant export. Mansa Musa was the monster user, devaluing gold by being so generous And there was the genesis, a mask of the nemesis Or nemeses please their visas making any sense. Innocence, presumed guilty for fealty. Getting estates and getting our realty. You'd better knock a bottle of Jim Beam back 'Cause you'd have to be asleep if you want the fucking Dream Act. Anchor babies anger sailors. Angst or rabies don't avail us. A veil lust tailors swiftly Arabias of Habeas Corpus. Orphans get the most endorphins, like playing with dolphins Or restoring the fortunes of me and my cronies, The Capital Gains Tax, cutting down forest. It's Brazilian rain wax. I came back. I came here. I came right at this spot. Drinking malt liquor outside of the Wal-mart. Smoking a cigarette outside of the white house. I wonder what I'll see with the lights out. It's my mouth that got this far in the Deep South. Just deep throat on a steamboat and pretend I'm a hot trout. You like my suit? Bitch, it's covered in excrement. Sentimental sediment and it's not an impediment 'Cause I walk among you. I am one of the brown. Working the docks and I'm roaming 'bout town Undetected. The devil perfected what? The shit's in the details And that shit might be you.

God, please take me now. I've got nowhere else to go and I'm so cold. Where is the fairness that was promised to me by the Bible. Seems like my survival is another consequence of fate. Please take me now. I've got nowhere else to be 'cause I'm so free. How can I thank you for the bounty that has never happened. Fingers being blackened pieces of my mortal body. I'm so sick and I can't catch a break. I'm lonely as I'm eating all this birthday cake. I'm feeling all my fat cells grow inside my body. And I've got pills, but they won't do the trick. I took over the pharmacy 'cause I'm a dick. I'm stealing medication 'cause that is my hobby. Getting older. Getting fatter. Licking angel food cake batter. I'll get Type 2 Diabetes. Sit and rot and watch all of your shows 'cause they're important to you happiness. It's evil, but true. Nothing will do, but the Price is Right. And even though it's not Bob Barker, I suppose Drew Carey will suffice.

Get a cheap place. You should vote with your rent checks. Help an impassioned, young slum lord rise through the ranks of municipal politics so you can say that your lease is so special. You've got an in with the local crime network. You can get cheap guns and ammo; hoarding your gold in a concrete backyard so when shit hits the fan you can kill all the moochers. I wake up every day to nothing. The Universe, she doesn't care. That's why I take such great enjoyment in shaping my own bad desires. I come from a place where if you try to fuck your way to the top, you will be rewarded with gold and the company car just so long as you give blow jobs to your boss every friday.