Notes from the underground (title in body of text, for some awful reason, i mean why, why WHY?!?!)
Notes from the underground
I'm not fucking Dostoyevsky,
there's no place like home,
we come in peace,
you don't need to wear that dress tonight,
the kabobs are on the car mat,
wash it all with Amway stain removal,
WD-40 cleans the crayons,
save on long haul,
put it on the Ritz,
for a fistful of dollards,
Rhubarb, or whatever way you spell it,
on the shores of Bilbao, happy days,
the hands the mocked, the heart that fed,
show me the way to the next fiasco,
when life hands you a Montreux jazz festival,
make MontreuxJazzfestivalade, dummy.
oh, to live in a world where chesnuts exist,
just for one day,
Chester the cheetah,
we didn't come all this way just to come,
slinkies, are a lie,
believe what the clouds tell ya,
those horny bastards,
just want to rub against each other,
the light in the fridge, broken,
the light in the microwave, isn't Dostoyevsky,
fuck, Dostoyevskiness is too notey .
notey too, tutalloo, Tuscaloosa.
get that through that thick head of yours,
lavender is not a color, its a fucking shade!
blow some steam, sell some vacuum,
endless expanse, is good business,
look at all those letters, that cant fit together,
use a magnet,
go to Reykjavik, Alabama,
more is less, less is less,
you win some, you sam zam,
vam vam, mack the knife.