julie was an arsonist her tears were filled with fire tammi was a keyboardist the funky synthesizer type tell me monkeys in space will be a-okay or must i face the grim malaise? watch your eyelids drift away when he tells you he's sorry he treats you like stray dogs we hardly even notice you skate a sideways figure eight the world's in such a hurry i'd look you in the eye we've lost that kind of focus sarah was an anarchist she had the greatest plan ronnie was a vocalist of a local d-beat crust punk band the girl's been twirling around in his head all day like an elegant ballet watch your eyelids drift away when he tells you he's sorry he treats you like stray dogs we hardly even notice you skate a sideways figure eight the world's in such a hurry i'd look you in the eye we've lost that kind of focus i'm lost in thought like a ghost out in the fog gawked at by folks on a boat out in the harbor my legs get caught in a rope beside a dock shrieks burn my throat i'm a fish out of the water watch your eyelids drift away when he tells you he's sorry [we're mercurial, immaterial] he treats you like stray dogs we hardly even notice you skate a sideways figure eight the world's in such a hurry [we're mercurial, milk and cereal] i'd look you in the eye we've lost that kind of focus

holy bible in a bed stand placed by gideons of God keeps me mindful of my best friend and his dog you were an eyeful with that headband with that sweater, with that scarf they were purple popped like warhol prints pop art then i drove your car out to lover's leap and we kissed in the back seat then we held hands, fingers intertwined and we jumped and we flew free we flew free we flew free like bumblebees we flew free like two young lovebugs in a dream a disciple an apostle and a prostitute brunette when i'm spiteful i turn hostile i burn red

nobody should doubt how hard you try drowning in a sea of electricity you don't have to keep on creeping by cuz you'll find a new identity and i love you more than anything you'll think i'm clever maybe you'll just laugh when this world has turned to a machine i'll be taking selfies in a portajohn i signed up to donate certain genes like a sticky slurpee parking lot and i love you more than anything you'll think i'm bitter maybe you'll just cry yeah, chalk knob hollow i don't follow anything spit or swallow and i love you more than anything it's time to put him down it's time to put him down it's time to put him down it's time to put him down do you love me more than tv shows? (do you love me more than tv?) do you love me more than indiana jones? if you're the kind to help out... dana's favorite bloodhound... you might have to shout loud it's time to put the dog down on a green grassy mound that looks over town the beatbox is out we play music loud we live for the sound picnic blanket down we lay on the ground look up at the clouds see? there's mickey mouse on bart simpson's couch and dismembered clowns with anteater snouts we go on for hours, then down towards the south the sky darkens, brown we start freaking out rain starts pouring down it drips from my brow soon our clothes are doused we'll dry off with towels yeah, back at my house we'll figure it out i think that should count but you've got your doubts you wrinkle your mouth up into a frown the coldest of scowls you're cute when you pout we'll work something out i'll see you around or maybe not, now

all is absolute, black and white you shove opinions down my throat they're rich but dry nervous energy's unsettling i kick a can to blow off steam entropy just shot time's arrow through my dream dark dream dark dream, dark dream blow off steam capillaries fork through our eyes you'd stab electrodes in my brain to read my mind "if the devil's in the details is the big picture filled with God?" i'm convinced i'll die of boredom in a pod ripe pod, life's odd ripe pod, ripe pod life's so odd will there be rejoicing when we die? will we paint with sadness in the sky?