A man with dark sunglasses
Who smells faintly like citrus
And wears a pleasant porcelain mask
Walks up to his next door neighbor
And introduces himself
As the hateful bastard
Who hates commercials
Who hates people
Who hates weight cycling
Who hates pretty much everything
This world is pretty sick you know,
Money means more than living
Looking good is to kill for
And everyone seems to have
A bitching case of
Selective
Hearing
How odd is that?
How odd is that?
I Dada nakedly
Open in public
In a water fountain
From the Goodwill republic
My knuckles are bleeding
Chick-chack-chizunk
How odd is that?
How odd is that?
Da
Da
Da
Da
Ism