Yesterday I met the postman   Bringing packages from England   I smiled as to not provoke him   Then asked "What's up with the gun, man?"   Its been so hot in here for days   The ice creams melting   Given the means and the ways   The sex is helping   I lost directions to the microwaving meals   And my Captain & Tenelle      "Now I try to keep my head above my shoes   Especially in front of new wave Hair-Do's"   A dying man said to me   With his dead lips   Selling crack in Eubonics   As not to offend or annoy   Or strike a bad note   As not to damage or destroy   Or say a bad word   I gave directions to the nearest Coffee Shop   So maybe he'd stop, so maybe he'd stop      Wake up World it's time to go   'Cause this life can bring you down, so down   Wake up World it's time to go   And turn around the opposite way      Are you man enough to take the blame for this   -repeat-