Another night of too much cough syrup   I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone   I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes   and my mouth is dry and tastes shitty      Again the ringing      Slowly I bustle out of bed   The remnants of an erection still lingering in my shorts   Like a bothersome guest      Again the ringing      Carefully I abscond to the bathroom   As to not display my manhood to others   There I make the perfunctory morning faces   Which always seem to precede my daily contribution   To the once-blue toilet water   That I always enjoy making green      Again the ringing      I shake twice like most others   and I'm annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain   Causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs   I slowly languidly, lazily, crazily,   Stumble into the den   Where my father smokes his guitars   I mean cigars   In his easy chair   I know all about easy chairs   and then I sing a song for my friends      Jesus is my boyfriend   Jesus is my boyfriend   You can't have him   Because jesus is my boyfriend      Ringing ringing   Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing   I walk into the kitchen and I   Stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard   Since it keeps ringing I know it's her   and since it keeps ringing she knows it's me      We are the world, we are the children   We are the ones who make a darker day   So let's start killing   There's a choice you're making   We're sparing our own lives   It's true we'll make a darker day   Just you and me