|"Kage! Are we gonna get married or what? Hurry up!|
These leather pants are melting my nuts off."
We got a drug
We're gonna try it out on you
Won't make you die
It'll getcha just a little bit sick
Got a head cold
Got a chest cold
And it's three days old
(Goin' on forever)
Make you hazy
Make you lazy
Drive you crazy
For days and days and days and days and days
Barely got the time now
To stay on the job
Double up the dosage in your water supply
Make you even sicker 'til you're slippin' away
Getting all depressed
It's getting all your friends
You can't get it up
For nothing that'll rock the boat
The government flu
~ Dead Kennedys
It’s back into the hop-sital for me
Where I’ll sit inside and stare out at the trees
You can’t go out, you’re crazy, don’t you see?
You’re a threat to yourself and others, just like me
So I’ll sit in bed and pretend that I don’t care
That my teeth fall out and I’m losing all my hair
Wait, what? Sorry? There’s a confused elderly gentleman in the corridor who doesn’t know who Henry Rollins is, or that I might not be married to him?
I’ll be right there! Lemme just print up a new wedding photo...