I didn't vote; now I'm with the Commies But I never took lessons from no Nazis Keep darts because the world is made out of plastic Why to shower, there is no power, it was all built empty? I could have been a lot bigger by now, but I've loved a threat me some of that good old-fashioned electrotherapy So what if I dress like a terrorist, like a bug Or am like a journalist? write for critics, so I kill for the art I jog in peace, the rest is stress; let them fool you me if you want your face on every milk carton All your are afraid of the dark And in their own shadows they wear too much And in their dance naked Walking crowds awake, and you can't tell who's laughing at you Or to be the new best friend of the hour, so you drink more With a ton of on my shoulders, I learned to swim So if God gives you acid, Down for the bubbles, no Don and no jacuzzi What would a preacher do? I'm fucking with Everybody's of the people they can't be like, except me I got a cross-shaped penis and I love myself God isn't looking If you buy that, there's a lot of money to be made on Street be a lot better if you were different But you're like them, so it's business as usual So I don't need your respect, I just a fancy funeral That's why selling live water to out-of-towners with cameras Living like ghosts in this globe we run from closely: I bleed through my nuclei pores They shoot it out nose and say this can't be art It's so easy being honest, it feels I'm stealing At times you were like down for a cause, but wanted Geraldo All I ever wanted was a fancy I'm a gas, I'll be a laughing gas Thought they was gas the way they come and go so Searching for some Holy Grail; I go again, chasing my tail I'm peace on rap, but the (w)raps, they fit me so I came and saw and and drew on all the walls These days babies fall from the sky porridge From the mall, from the bouncing Go buy a Playstation 2; this is what your looks like: An infrared blotch on a screen, for 30 lb. They run, run out of breath, rest, stop and get Because God wants McDonald's plots on every shield I'm just trying to eat well, but there's no food at gas stations A lot of us sleep well being raped And school is military training Don't be putting acid in the teacher's about the 20's, the 40's, and the 60's Walk out, get a GED, and go to University Since they never tell you the stories about who makes with the money I'm selling live to out-of-towners with cameras We're still all poor, so what the you bitching for? Got to keep selling live water to out-of-towners with You go find God or something, because Christians get the best distribution We selling live water to out-of-towners with cameras I watch them fall from the sky porridge Hard as you try, you can't save We keep live water to out-of-towners with cameras As long as I keep living for nothing, I'll be keeping a record We keep selling live water to out-of-towners with America pick your character Will you be to get along with or hard to kill?