Suck

I hear a roaring sound.
I hear it coming 'round.
Holding by my fingertips,
It tries to suck me in.
Fingers crushed and bleeding,
gravity conceding.
I'm going up the tube.
It's starting to suck me in.

Sucked into it.
I am myself.
Your oppression only makes me fight,
I love the things I get from life.
I wonder what it's like to die.

It's over me now,
I feel it's power now.
I don't know what I can do,
won't let it suck me in.
The ground reverberates,
and everything begins to shake.
It's moving closer to me.
It's gonna suck me in.

Spiral through the pipe,
hearing all your tripe.
Like I could hold it back.
It's starting to suck me in.
I'm trapped in this machine,
defective and malfunctioning.
But all that's ended now.
It has sucked me in.


Not Quite A Bus Driver

Don't wanna be a fire man,
Don't wanna be a garbage man.
Don't wanna be a police man.
Just wanna be the bus drivin' man.

Don't wanna be a movie star,
don't wanna drive a racing car,
just wanna surf the city's tar.
I can make you late for work,
I can treat you like a jerk.
Drive right past you and just smirk.

Just a little boy with a great big plan,
Wants to catch a dream, he don't know if he can.
'Cause he's not quite a bus driver - not quite a man.

I'll go by every half an hour,
with my vulgar display of power,
move to the back, I'll watch you cower.
You can call up and complain,
that I drove past you in the rain.
They'll laugh and just hang up again.

Just a little boy with a great big plan,
doesn't want a car, doesn't want a van,
'cause he's not quite a bus driver - not quite a man.

I'll move before you're sitting down,
King of the road with my little blue crown.
Got no change? Then you'll go down.
I'll stop no matter how late I am,
for coffee from the 7-11,
God of my own portable heaven.

Doesn't wanna play for a Rock and Roll band,
doesn't wanna travel all across the land,
'cause he's not quite a bus driver - not quite a man.

I see you but I'll drive on by,
unless you're a 10-year-old boy,
your ass is my new favourite toy.
Now stop making suck a fuss,
you annoying ball of puss.
You'll learn to respect the bus.


The Trephine Song

He bore a striking resemblance to Jabba the Hutt, but without the winning personality, as he stood there telling his girlfriend how she was too fat, her tits were too small and why didn't she do something about that zit in the middle of her forehead. It was almost funny coming from a guy whose face was a vast, gaping, open puss mine.

Ain't that a kick in the head?
She'd probably be better off dead than with him.
He needed a kick in the head.

They reminded me of those freaks on Jerry Springer who'll lell millions of TV viewers all about their problems, but won't talk to each other. They'd been together for four years. Sort of. They'd split up and got back together again and split up again and got back together again. Kind of like The Who.

They wouldn't listen to friends.
Just felt caught up in a whirlwind.
Didn't know it was a fatal toxin.

So anyway, I just can't fathom why they're still together. Their relationship displays a gallimaufrey of negative traits. They take each other for granted, never say anything positive to or about each other, lie about where they're going, what they're doing. Sometimes I think they must be trying to get into politics.

Staying like this they'll never grow.
One thing they don't seem to know;
There's worse things than being alone.


Nerd

Lost in my own imagination,
suffering from social retardation,
I wore North Stars when I was a kid.
I understood "Eraserhead".
Well... mostly.

Does that make me a nerd?

Lost in my own imagination,
suffering from social retardation.
I don't laugh at prejudice jokes.
I've never accidentally called my mother "coach".
So tell me...

Does that make me a nerd?

Lost in my own imagination,
suffering from social retardation.
I've seen every episode of Doctor Who,
and I cried when they cancelled Max Hedroom.
So tell me...

Does that make me a nerd?

Well? Does it? Huh? Does it?

Well... Yeah.


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