If this is hell, well that's fine with me   All of the wonder presumably happily   Eager to follow the fool that's got into the head   Of me      We don't have any doubt, we're out there making friends   Unconsciously rolling through, meanings from pollings   The answers are meaner sometimes   Than the means to our ends      So this is hell, what else could it be?   Bask in the glories of glorified stories   Of a basket case who has just   Broken himself from the weave      We are not making sense   Who really cares just how we feel   Infantile ramblings of penniless gamblings   A fist full of hands swinging clubs, at our new baby zeal, yeah right      You think this is hell, would you care to bet?   Capture the beauty of domestic duty   The hampers are full and our   Laundry's perpetually wet      Think about traveling south   Find the right something you might have left   Endless the road, wish your past to explode   Actions remain base, but intentions in treble clef, yeah right      This is not hell, this is purgatory   Caught here in limbo, I.Q. of a dim bulb   How many Gods does it take   To screw in the likes of me?      You'd think one day that I might learn   Stare in the light and you cannot see   I've opened my doors of perception   And can't get them shut, now I feel fucked for free   Everyday, yeah I feel fucked for free, everyday, yeah we're all fucked      I left my brain inside of my other head, you don't impress me   Don't depress me, don't suppress me, just get undressed   I left my brain inside of my other head, the teachers test me   My father blessed me, the pigs arrest me, I get upset      I left my brain inside of my other head, you don't impress me   Don't depress me, don't suppress me, just undress me   The teachers test me, my father blessed me   The pigs arrest me, I get upset