The Wholesome Mob

When I was born, I didn't know very much. My world was blurs, and tits, and other stuff.

When I was a kid, I felt pretty smart. The world was God, and school, and art.

As I grew older, so did my understanding. My concept of country and family began expanding.

Soon I was grown, and wow how I'd learned--of the deceit, the lies, by the gods how it burned.

History it seemed, was naught but a farce. And who was I to claim his own part?

My ancestors lived and died, much like yours. In caves and hallows, in lands now scorned.

We sit on a rock being hurled through space, yet still we're conceited, our damn human race.

Our entire existence is a miracle at all--some amino acids formed, and now we have football?

I mean damn, what the fuck? Is this really our luck? A whole space-time continuum, but we're loading trucks?

God, we're such shmucks. It doesn't have to be this bad. We still have what our ancestors had--we just need a plan.

So please don't forget, who you are deep inside; a human like me, myself, and I.

For humanity is nothing but one big blob; a beautiful bacterium; a wholesome mob.

The Wholesome Mob

When I was born, I didn't know very much. My world was blurs, and tits, and other stuff.

When I was a kid, I felt pretty smart. The world was God, and school, and art.

As I grew older, so did my understanding. My concept of country and family began expanding.

Soon I was grown, and wow how I'd learned--of the deceit, the lies, by the gods how it burned.

History it seemed, was naught but a farce. And who was I to claim his own part?

My ancestors lived and died, much like yours. In caves and hallows, in lands now scorned.

We sit on a rock being hurled through space, yet still we're conceited, our damn human race.

Our entire existence is a miracle at all--some amino acids formed, and now we have football?

I mean damn, what the fuck? Is this really our luck? A whole space-time continuum, but we're loading trucks?

God, we're such shmucks. It doesn't have to be this bad. We still have what our ancestors had--we just need a plan.

So please don't forget, who you are deep inside; a human like me, myself, and I.

For humanity is nothing but one big blob; a beautiful bacterium; a wholesome mob.

Metal sliding herbivore

Wonder what that jar is for

Open wide the smell will pour

Roasted toasted herbs galore

Dream around in love unbound

Obese ticket burger rounds

Going harder, faster now

Graze fart moo just like a cow

Disney kisses, big huge mounds

Mind cycles to anguish

Dark tides in the abyss

Time idle like "who's this?"

Oh well

Swiss Miss

Oolong tea, its for me

Something something 1 2 3

Minutes in the steaming cup

Dark liquid I would love to suck

Metal sliding herbivore

Wonder what that jar is for

Open wide the smell will pour

Roasted toasted herbs galore

I've been thinking lately,

That sometime, maybe,

We could make some real change

But sometimes, maybe

We're already of age

Phosphoric acid caramel rot

Eat my teeth, refresh when hot

Your bubbles rise like boiling pots

Just soda for my toiling tots

Ladies and gentlemen, its through

The viewer at home is you

The circus is over

The clowns have gone home

So raise the volume by 2

Cocks crowing callously

Catering to cacapohony

I wake to steal their eggs

I hope they are not mad at me

Anguish causes pain they say,

The struggle happens everyday,

Find the path, you'll find your way,

We're all just made of potter's clay,

...or so they say

Ladies and gentlemen, its through

The viewer at home is you

The circus is over

The clowns have gone home

So raise the volume by 2

The Wholesome Mob

When I was born, I didn't know very much. My world was blurs, and tits, and other stuff.

When I was a kid, I felt pretty smart. The world was God, and school, and art.

As I grew older, so did my understanding. My concept of country and family began expanding.

Soon I was grown, and wow how I'd learned--of the deceit, the lies, by the gods how it burned.

History it seemed, was naught but a farce. And who was I to claim his own part?

My ancestors lived and died, much like yours. In caves and hallows, in lands now scorned.

We sit on a rock being hurled through space, yet still we're conceited, our damn human race.

Our entire existence is a miracle at all--some amino acids formed, and now we have football?

I mean damn, what the fuck? Is this really our luck? A whole space-time continuum, but we're loading trucks?

God, we're such shmucks. It doesn't have to be this bad. We still have what our ancestors had--we just need a plan.

So please don't forget, who you are deep inside; a human like me, myself, and I.

For humanity is nothing but one big blob; a beautiful bacterium; a wholesome mob.

The Wholesome Mob

When I was born, I didn't know very much. My world was blurs, and tits, and other stuff.

When I was a kid, I felt pretty smart. The world was God, and school, and art.

As I grew older, so did my understanding. My concept of country and family began expanding.

Soon I was grown, and wow how I'd learned--of the deceit, the lies, by the gods how it burned.

History it seemed, was naught but a farce. And who was I to claim his own part?

My ancestors lived and died, much like yours. In caves and hallows, in lands now scorned.

We sit on a rock being hurled through space, yet still we're conceited, our damn human race.

Our entire existence is a miracle at all--some amino acids formed, and now we have football?

I mean damn, what the fuck? Is this really our luck? A whole space-time continuum, but we're loading trucks?

God, we're such shmucks. It doesn't have to be this bad. We still have what our ancestors had--we just need a plan.

So please don't forget, who you are deep inside; a human like me, myself, and I.

For humanity is nothing but one big blob; a beautiful bacterium; a wholesome mob.

I've been thinking lately,

That sometime, maybe,

We could make some real change

But sometimes, maybe

We're already of age