Big Al says, Big Al says, “You gotta do what you gotta do!”
and, while I can’t claim to understand his particular situation, I believe the sentiment to be true
and I’ll apply it like a sticker to my metaphorical bumper
and drive it around the spiritual parking lot
And when the roach-coach of salvation shows up everybody’s buying faith sandwiches
me? I just pour another tall glass of what I’ve already got yeah.
‘cause it’s a filthy shame the way we’re taught to blindly motor through oblivious…
save for fear of what might happen if we do what we really want to do
lately I’ve been thinking about riding my bike to Colorado sleeping out under the stars
drinking a box of wine, not to get drunk I just like the flavor
or drawing a picture of somebody I think is cool and giving it to them on their half-birthday
writing a new song with meandering lyrical content and leaving the fourth line of the second verse wide open
just start talking about how I couldn’t figure out any great words to put there
and, hopefully, by the time I record the song I will have put together a really fantastic analogy
that somehow ties together the otherwise nonsensical wordery you never know
“But that’s just a phase”, they’ll say “There’s not even that much to it
I know it makes you feel special but you can’t go on pretending you’re the first one to go through it.”
girl, I like the way you look tonight I like the way you feel I want to take you in the bathroom and wash your hands
of all the stupid bullshit they’ve fed you since the day that you could open up your mind enough to fit in the bullshit
I’ve been reading the paper and, apparently, it doesn’t even matter who you are as long as you’ve got what it takes
to put the asses in the seats