if this is hell well thats fine with me   all the wonder persumable happily   eager to follow the fool that's got into   the head of me we don't have any doupt   we're out there making freinds   unconciously rolling through   meanings from pollings   the answers are meaner sometimes   than the meanings to our ends      so this is hell   what else could it be   bask of glories of glorified stories   of a basket case who just   broken himself from the weave   we are just not making sense   who really cares just how we feel   infantile ramblings of penniess 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 must have left   endless the road   wish your past to explode   actions remain base   but intentions in the treble clef   yeah right      this is not hell   this is purgatory   causght 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 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 i feel fucked for free   evaeryday we're all fucked   I left my brain inside my other head   you can't impress me don't depress me   don't supress just undressed   i left my brain inside my other head   the teachers test me my father blessed me   the pigs arrest me i get upset   I left my brain inside my other head   you can't impress me don't depress me   don't supress just undressed   the teachers test me my father blessed me   the pigs arrest me i get upset