A Love Song for the Mentally Ill
Somebody fetch me a muzzle; hell, fetch a straightjacket for me,
'cause I got no way to censor what I say, and my body won't listen to me.
It's like a part of my brain's been lesioned;
it's like I ate some LSD.
It's a state of affairs where I'm not all there, like a quadruple amputee.
Now, don't tell me that I'm crazy, and don't you tell me I've lost a screw,
'cause I can say with conviction who's to blame for my condition, and the survey says it's you.
'Cause I love you like arms love an elbow, like a criminal loves parole,
like a man who's overeaten loves a forceful excretion, like Joan Jett loves rock and roll.
It's like a part of my brain's been lesioned;
it's like I ate some LSD.
It's a state of affairs where I'm not all there, like a quadruple amputee.

I Don't Wanna Make New Friends
I don't wanna make new friends; I don't want to meet anyone.
I don't have the time to waste on getting past the stupid pleasantries, the overt insincerity; it's time for me.
I don't wanna make new friends cause I've got a lot to do.
I'm happier without being beholden to somebody I just met. You might be nice, but don't forget - we're not friends yet.
Oh, I can't stand all those friendly-faced demands; they're hard to find remotely comforting.

Magical Adventures in Space (Theme)
One is a pony, the other is a vegetable;
no one can stop them now!
Sheriff Pony's blue; Topato's made of poison.
Crossing dimensions, they ride.
Topato outsmarts, and he knows martial arts;
Sheriff Pony maintains at his side.
Cry with them now, "Spring into action!"
Magical Adventures in Space!

Sorry, Daedalus
When the chips are down, and the line is lost, this is all you can remember: win at any cost.
Tell your friends they're not; tell your dad "Fuck off;" ask your priest for absolution. He will say "ok."
Let the sky spin down as the ground brings its head over its heels;
listen as the atmosphere scrapes against the earth.
Might as well stay home when you understand your wings are made of wax;
haven't done a thing since your birth.
Don't bother dressing up; don't have to leave the house. It's a casual affair; no first impressions here.
Try not to look too far; that tugging thing you feel is nothing more than surface tension - a silent rod and reel.
Let the sky spin down as the ground brings its head over its heels;
Haven't felt so low or complacent
listen as the atmosphere scrapes against the earth.
since I don't know when.
Might as well stay home when you understand your wings are made of wax;
Tell those talking heads I'm better off like this,
haven't done a thing since your birth.
full of wit and gin

Stephin vs. Stephen
I want you trying your damndest to be falling for me;
I'm sick of trying myself.
You have a way of achieving what you're going after,
and I can't keep track of my head.
But I'm not going to torture myself waiting to evolve; you know that that shit takes a million years.
Come in from outside; there's an ice age approaching.
In 13,000 years maybe I'll thaw you out.

Ten-Four
A dead dog rotting, all covered in worms ... I wonder how long he's
been there rotting on Trucker's front porch? His eyes are becoming
soft, like a grape that's been rotting on the lawn since I hit it last week with a
forklift stolen from the WB, and an 18-wheeler
crushed the marrow from the little dog's bones, now we have to encase him.
Ten thousand stones will adorn the doggie's bones,
and he might look bad, but then again, he will never know.
Maybe I cried when the sediment dried, but now I can't feel anything.
Trucker just sighed, and said, "God, I hate this drive ... breaker ten, get me out of here."

The Second Law of Thermodynamics
We had an agreement - unspoken, yes, but nonetheless, you should have recognized
that the birds come down when the current reaches ground, and they still can't open their eyes.
We had a crustacean - it said "hello," and as lobsters go, it had a friendly smile.
But exoskeleton turned to gelatin, leaving us with lobster pile.