I go outside at night and scream at the sky I don't know anything and I'm gonna die I don't bother anymore to ask myself why I don't know anything and I'm gonna die I made a telescope to look at the sky Cause I can't believe anything I can't see with my eyes The choir's invisible, but I hear voices rise singing "I don't know anything and I'm gonna die" Every other second another one passes by I don't know anything and I'm gonna die I wrote this stupid song and I don't know why I don't know anything and I'm gonna die Love is a question and the answer's a lie Life is a problem you can't solve for Y When I think about the world, I howl and I cry Cause I don't know anything and I'm gonna die I bit the hand that fed me and now I'm gonna choke I don't know anything and I'm gonna croak I wanted some light so I started a fire I don't know anything and I'm going to expire You lie awake at night and ask yourself why You'll get no sympathy, no not from I You can't win anyway, so why even try? You don't know anything and you're gonna die I go outside at night and scream at the sky I don't know anything and I'm gonna die [incoherent gibberish] I don't know anything and I'm gonna die If I know anything, it's I'm gonna die If I know anything, it's I'm gonna die If I know anything, it's I'm gonna die If I know anything, it's I'm gonna die

I get that urge every day when I'm walking down the street to throw myself under each car that rockets past me it's just a fleeting impulse, just a ghost haunting my heels it wouldn't bother me so much but it seems like such a good idea and I wanna smash every back window I see I'm a little too dumb and far too angry I'm a loser and a fuck-up, it's true but at least I maintain a sunny positive attitude community college dropout, fast food first day firee but yeah I guess I am some kind of genius actually so now i spend most of my time wallowing in misery who needs self-destructive thoughts with debilitating anxiety I want to destroy my brain sniffing airplane glue but I'm such a goddamn loser that I'd probably fuck that up too I'm a bottomless ego with no self-esteem it's true but at least i maintain a sunny positive attitude stick a knife in my eye flay off all my skin shoot me up with battery acid let me burn from within "unless you give it no one can take power over you" so you say well that guy standing on your neck seems like he does okay if you insist that every thunder cloud is silver lined I'd retort that every turd gleams in the sunshine I swallow your platitudes and feel my bile rise and I think if i don't die alone, I'll die of surprise and I'm a miserable bastard it's true but at least i maintain a sunny positive attitude but i know somehow I'm gonna make it through cause if the whole world burns tomorrow I'll still have my sunny positive attitude

If I could draw a picture of your personality It would be a faceless mannequin with no redeeming qualities Your mind is just like a lump of dried-up Play-Doh Formless and useless and left out in the sun When you were little and they asked you what you wanted to be And everybody else said astronauts and ballerinas You said you wanted to work in a cubicle farm and be a worthless underling with no 401K You're too smart to be a moron but too dumb to be a scholar Your opinion's like an asshole in that you're full of shit You're completely unexceptional and you know it must be true That everyone is special except you Your username is your real name with some numbers at the end Your password is "password" and you have no Facebook friends Your Blog is all recaps of Dancing With The Stars And your Twitter feed is all retweets of Kim Kardashian If your soul was a food it would be an uncooked hot dog You're so bland that everyone thinks that you grew up in a pod If you were a candy bar you'd be plain and not peanut Your parents said they loved you but they didn't really mean it All you do is sleep and eat and shit and watch TV You've never had an interest or a talent or a hobby You're too smart to be a moron but too dumb to be a scholar Your opinion's like an asshole in that you're full of shit You're completely unexceptional and you know it must be true That everyone is special except you But you know that's kind of special in and of itself If you're the only person alive with no reason to be You're so totally boring that dullness could be your singular defining quality If I could make a statue of the person you are inside It would be a featureless sphere, perfectly smooth and painted white If I wanted to represent your total value to the world I would pile up a bunch of useless junk and set it on fire You're no good at anything; you're barely even alive If we tore out your brain I bet your body would survive All you do is sleep and eat and shit and watch TV You've never had an interest or a talent or a hobby You're too smart to be a moron but too dumb to be a scholar Your opinion's like an asshole in that you're full of shit You're completely unexceptional and you know it must be true That everyone is special except you That everyone is special except you That everyone is special except you

I don't know I don't know the right thing to do but I know the right thing for me might not be the right thing for you and I may ask your advice but I don't have to listen there's no wrong or right it's all my decision it's still my decision it's still my life it's still my decision it's still my life it's still my decision it's still my life and Maybe I'm tired of the gremlin sitting on my wings and tearing up my skin it's my own fault if I fall out of the sky and spiral down again Maybe I'm ready to make my own mistakes the same way all over again it's my own call it's my own fault it's my own fault for giving in I don't think I don't think I don't think I can take Another lecture on life from the king of mistakes Maybe I get confused but I know what my goal is not to end up like you are: pathetic and soulless And if you don't have passion you're not really alive Though your heart is still pumping you're rotting inside No if you don't have passion you're just not alive And I've got my passion but If you don't have passion you're not really alive Though your heart is still pumping you're rotting inside No if you don't have passion you're just not alive You're an empty shell pumped up with sludge and outside Just a grinning content little mannequin Dolled up in ten tons of makeup and hair spray and draped In whatever they're saying the new black is these days and maybe

I don't believe in suicide because I don't believe in life after death but I might just like to give it a try just so I could come back and tell you I was right sometimes I think I might be clever but most of the time I feel like there's rocks in my head still I maintain a facade of urbane sophistication whenever possible spewing out line after line of half-coherent jive And I haven't felt alright in a very long time So long ago I'm not sure it really happened I read about it once in a history book It said I'm not long for this world I should probably just give up on all my dreams I don't know much anatomy But I'm pretty sure all my feelings live in my brain So tell me why, when I feel my heart is breaking, there's a sinking in my chest that doesn't fade? And I haven't felt alright in a very long time So long ago I'm not sure I can remember what it's like I reside behind fifty layers of armor in my skull I'm not long for this world You don't get to tell me how to feel You don't get to tell me if my feelings are real You worry about your problems I'll worry about my own But it's the worrying that's killing me in the end And I haven't felt alright in a very long time I can understand those seeking an end But I'm paralyzed into inaction by that one last shred of hope Or maybe it's just my ego that's keeping me around

Feels like November But it's hot like July 93 degrees in the shade In my metal box it's 105 Basted in my juices Irradiated by the tube In a sea of background noise There's not a thing worth listening to Totally motionless But for the beating of my heart There's a sparking in my brain But there ain't a fire to start Nothing to live for But I don't want to die In a puddle of regret Sitting here in my sty But I'm not about to let this thing go Not after all this time Cause it's set in the back of my mind and time after time It's made me feel like a worthless pig all covered in shit in my sty Feeling out of touch Like a left-over fad But I'm sure from outside My wasting away doesn't seem that bad Trapped in the rotting shell Of something long since dead All the gold in me Has turned back into lead Never really felt the love Never really knew it was there Never thought I had a friend Never thought anyone really cared I looked in the mirror And all I saw was a lie Drowning in a puddle of regret Sitting here in my sty But I'm not about to let this thing go Not after all this time Cause it's set in the back of my mind and time after time It's made me feel like a worthless pig all covered in shit in my sty Can't move forward if I'm always sitting still Feel I'm rolling backward like I'm falling down a hill Dug in too deep and I'm planted in the mud I don't want to be a tree when I grow up

Sometimes I think I might collapse in a heap Sometimes I think I might die in my sleep Sometimes I think I've lost count of my sheep Sometimes I think I've lost count Sometimes I think that the price is too steep Sometimes I think it might be too far to leap Sometimes I slink in the corner like a creep Sometimes it seems like the water's too deep Sometimes I think I might collapse in a heap Sometimes I think I might die in my sleep Sometimes I think I've lost count of my sheep Sometimes I think I've lost count Sometimes I wish I had secrets to keep Sometimes I've got too many secrets to keep Sometimes I clam up and don't make a peep Sometimes I ramble right up to the beep Sometimes I think I might collapse in a heap Sometimes I think I might die in my sleep Sometimes I think I've lost count of my sheep Sometimes I think I've lost count Sometimes I can't go to sleep Sometimes I can't stay asleep Sometimes I go without sleep Sometimes I collapse in a heap Sometimes I think I might collapse in a heap Sometimes I think I might die in my sleep Sometimes I think I've lost count of my sheep Sometimes I think I've lost count

smile till you bleed you're on the cover of your own magazine you can't let 'em know you're weak they'll eat you alive they're all piranhas so smile till you bleed smile till you're sick keep a bucket by the bed yeah that's the trick you may be falling apart inside but just keep flashin' them pearly whites yeah lay it on double thick smile till you cry don't you let 'em see those long black spiders drawing down from your eyes feelings are for losers you're a winner everything will be alright just as long as you keep it bottled up inside smile when you're dead smile when you're bleeding from the head smile when you're born and don't stop til your flesh rots down to nothing and your jaw falls off your head smile till you bleed a big fat grin is the only thing you'll ever need no reason to turn that upsidedown just staple back those cheeks and keep on smiling till you bleed

No messages on your machine cause nobody loves you Nobody called while you were away cause they don't have nothing to say Cause nobody loves you Nobody loves you No letters in your letterbox though you check it twenty times a day No letters in your letterbox cause they don't have nothing to say Cause nobody loves you Nobody loves you Nothing to do on Saturday night cause your friends all think you're a prick Nothing to do on Saturday night, you know you really make me sick Cause nobody loves you Nobody loves you Nothing to do and no one to call cause everyone thinks you suck If you had half a brain you'd just give up cause you'd know you were out of luck Cause nobody loves you Nobody loves you Do you wonder why nobody loves you? Does your brain still work the whole night through Trying to decipher that puzzling state Of the whole wide world looking at you with hate? Do you ever just sit for hours on end Trying to decide how best to spend Those last few hours before you blow Your brains all over the wall? Nobody came to your funeral cause nobody loves you They were all out shopping with the money they made from selling your stuff Cause nobody loves you

She's got a hold on me that I just can't describe I'll take any drugs she will prescribe She thinks she's got a handle on my mind But I don't think she's got it right I think she's tugging the wrong lines My psychiatrist is trying to melt my brain But if I tell anyone, I'll just come off insane She stares me down with her big black eyes With that creepy look she fills my head with lies I feel my body start to rise I think she's moving me with her mind I'm flying up into the sky My psychiatrist is trying to melt my brain But if I tell anyone, I'll just come off insane If I look at her out the corner of my eye I can just make out what's under her disguise She has bright orange hair and big blue lips A big red nose with a bulbous tip And vampire fangs. Oh boy, she makes me sick. My psychiatrist is trying to melt my brain But if I tell anyone, I'll just come off insane She makes me feel like I'm always in danger She makes me say embarrassing things to strangers I feel her presence in my brain I think she's driving me insane I think she's running through my veins My psychiatrist is trying to melt my brain But if I tell anyone, I'll just come off insane Today I woke up covered in human blood It's been a week and my mail is piled up The last memory I have I came out of a movie feeling glad What did I do? Should I feel bad? My psychiatrist is trying to melt my brain But if I tell anyone, I'll just come off insane

Sometimes I think this intelligence is a burden on me You know it makes me think I'd be happier as a tree I know, trees can't be happy but you know what I mean all the worrying and obsessing over every little thing is wearing me out I think I'd rather be a vegetable than an animal Hell, even a mineral, though they're not alive But who's to say a rock's not happy? Couldn't be sadder than this sad sack of meat If I didn't think so much I'd be happy If I were a vegetable I wouldn't think at all If I didn't think at all I'd be happy as shit Ignorance is bliss so I hear all those idiots sure seem contented at least when they're pumped full of beer at some sporting event or gawking at toddler debutantes on TV (or watching some wholesome unscripted family TV) they've got commercials to tell them what to think they're too stupid to question it so they don't feel worthless in the face of infinity but I can't stand this consciousness anymore I'd rather be oblivious again but the only way back I know involves a power drill inserted into my prefrontal cortex If I didn't think so much I'd be happy If I were a vegetable I wouldn't think at all If I didn't think at all I'd be happy as shit and I wouldn't miss it cause I wouldn't be capable of nostalgia anymore think I'll throw myself in front of a truck and hope for a coma I could use the vacation and if they pulled my plug I wouldn't be worried cause vegetables don't worry about anything and it's the worrying that's making me so God damned miserable what am I using my brain for anyway? Well everything I guess, but that's not the point everything would be so much better if I were a vegetable or just better at ignoring the stark bleak horror that is my existence but I'm not so I might as well stick my head in the microwave and hope for a tumor to break up the monotony if I'm going to go it oughta be horrible and gruesome the kind of thing they'd sell tickets to we could have my funeral first so I could be there while you all try to talk me out of it If I didn't think so much I'd be happy If I were a vegetable I wouldn't think at all If I didn't think at all I'd be happy as shit and I wouldn't miss it

One foot in the river and the other in the grave One choice is the fryer the other is the flame So pump me full of chemicals before I go insane Yeah it's the natural way Laugh now like a jackal though your world is on fire Laugh your damned head off though you're sinking in the mire Laugh cause your only other choice is to fall into a heap Laugh though you're still losing sleep But it's the natural way to feel insane It's a test that you're failing every day You mistook the world for a morality play Now you're staring down the tunnel and you don't feel okay But it's the natural way to feel insane I secretly believe and you secretly don't All dogs go to heaven, so critical thinkers probably won't Give me your opinions and I'll give you all the facts But I don't think you're up to the task How does it feel to know no one's keeping score? Does it feel you're ever inching your way up to Death's door? Doesn't that distant gnawing notion suit you just fine? Don't you love the tingles up your spine? But it's the natural way to feel insane It's a test that you're failing every day You mistook the world for a morality play Now you're staring down the tunnel and you don't feel okay But it's the natural way to feel insane Everything is beautiful and everything dies Everything is wonderful and everybody cries Everything is sacred and everything rots Nothing lasts forever whether you like it or not Life is a system that succumbs to decay Like everything else it must break down someday Maybe entropy, too, is a system that can break I sure hope so for heaven's sake

one more minute till you've had your fill ten more years till you say "when" all your reflexes are honed to razor's edge but still you won't say "go" till it's too late to begin all the days turn into weeks turn into years too fast to count too slow to stand too far to ever get back it took far too long to get there and now you've used up all your time and you're stuck behind the severe tire damage sign you had it all planned out and everything was going swell but now it's twenty years too late for you to go back to the well you were never that good at anything and you never really cared now you look yourself in the mirror and there's nobody there you could always go back to school and get another degree but no matter how much you learn you're still as dumb as a tree you've got no original ideas and you've got too much ADD to even follow the leader anyway so just go watch some TV but there's nothing wrong with your wasted life makes no difference we're all just killing time don't let 'em tell you you could have been somebody you were destined for mediocrity you were meant to be a chump in a past life you were a slug this is barely a step up I know corpses with more to live for but just look at it this way you may be dumb but at least you're miserable "I'm not going to wait in this line for one more goddamn second! what the hell ever happened to customer service? I'll take my business elsewhere! don't you give me that look, you little shit! get me the manager! who's in charge of this dump? I'm important can't you see? I'm not like all these other chumps" all the days turn into weeks turn into years too fast to count too slow to stand too far to ever get back it took far too long to get there and now you've used up all your time and you're stuck behind the severe tire damage sign but there's nothing wrong with your wasted life makes no difference we're all just killing time you'll be dead soon anyway, so go ahead and have another donut you might as well try and enjoy the ride this time

Got a heart that's made of lead It sinks into my chest Because my guts are made of stuffing And my bones are made of bread Got a heart that's made of lead It's sinking like a stone And I'm melting in a rainstorm Leaving just my soggy bones Got a heart that's made of lead Ain't no use for pumping blood Just a hunk of useless metal And it sure ain't good for love Got a soul that's made of kerosene and it goes up with a spark and it burns out of my body leaving me here in the dark And it melts my metal heart which burns a hole right through my chest And I'm leaking like a colander leaving only my regrets Got a soul that's made of kerosene but now it's up in smoke Now I'm just an empty shell It makes me wish I'd never spoke Got a spine that's made of jelly So I guess I'm just like you Like to think that I'm unique But I'm a worthless zombie, too Got a spine that's made of jelly And it really makes me sick And I'm choking down a cactus And I'm shitting thirty bricks It's yellow like my belly Guess I might as well be a slug Got a spine that's made of jelly And I sure ain't good for love

People in the world today believe all kinds of stupid shit Like healing crystals and horoscopes and transubstantiation But me, I don't buy into any of that crap I'm spreading the word about a new sensation I believe in Paul the Psychic Octopus Invertebrate, but very good at predicting the outcome of sporting events Nobody knows how he does it but he's almost always right And that's proof enough to me that he's the second coming of Christ He told me not to get on that plane and don't you know it crashed He told me not to eat that roast beef and I got painful gas He told me Global Warming was fake then we got all that snow He told me not to drill for oil in the Gulf of Mexico I believe in Paul the Psychic Octopus Ain't got no spine but don't you mind he knows the length and breadth of time He always gets the winner right no matter what game they play And eventually he'll fight the Devil at the end of days Cast your eyes down when you're standing at his tank Cause if he looks you in the eyes he'll read your mind And if he senses any evil in your heart he'll use his telekinetic powers to pop your head just like a grape So if you're drifting through this world without a purpose Searching desperately for something to believe in Just open up your heart and let his tentacles embrace it Nothing ever can replace it Baby you'll just have to face it I believe in Paul the Psychic Octopus I believe he gets his information straight from the mouth of the soccer god And if somebody says he's just some stupid lame-brained cephalopod I do believe I'll punch them in the throat

Well the sky may be falling in And we all may be called back to Heaven But tragedy is the only guarantee in life and it binds us all together And unlike some people I can't take the pain of the world and make it all about me but there's a tiny part of me that dies every time I turn on my cable TV Everything is either dying or dead "YOU'RE NEXT" screams the nasty little voice in your head But it was always this way There were no good old days Life has always been a screaming mass of decay You can squeeze all the joy out of it try to seize the day Try for fame and fortune or live like a monk and crucify yourself for everyone you meet but you'll end up in the same place If you recognize that you've never been that happy maybe now won't seem so bad Everything that you've ever believed in was just a giant load of crap Misery is the only guarantee on Earth as it is in Heaven But I don't believe in God so I think we have to take care of each other cause no one else will The cockroaches shall inherit the Earth Once the psychopaths nuke it to Hell Whatever happened to the meek? Won't somebody speak up? Get your last orders in before the next death knell

there's a little red spot out on the highway I think it was a frog had a fight with an 18-wheeler and don't you know he lost I do believe he was just hopping along trying to get back to his log now he's crushed into the asphalt need a spatula to scrape him off oh why'd they have to drive that road right through his home? can't those big mean automobiles just leave him alone? now his bones and organs are squished together he's all flattened out and smooth and he's got the two-dimensional blues poor mr. turtle trying to keep up with the hare he thought his shell would protect him I guess nature failed him there walkin' on down the road he had a tiff with an SUV now there's bits of him in Georgia and bits in Tennessee oh why'd they have to drive that road right through his home? can't those big mean automobiles just leave him alone? now his bones and organs are squished together he's all flattened out and smooth and he's got the two-dimensional blues ain't seen a chicken out there playing chicken yet ain't never seen one smushed into a paste from all those stupid punchlines I had the impression they were crossing roads all over the place little hat over here, little hat over there those raccoons sure are crafty but they get splattered everywhere seen some armadilloes rustling in the bushes at night but I see them all the time in pieces on the roadside oh why'd they have to drive that road right through their homes? can't those big mean automobiles just leave them alone? now their bones and organs are squished together they're all flattened out and smooth and they've got the two-dimensional blues

People in the world today believe all kinds of stupid shit Like healing crystals and horoscopes and transubstantiation But me, I don't buy into any of that crap I'm spreading the word about a new sensation I believe in Paul the Psychic Octopus Invertebrate, but very good at predicting the outcome of sporting events Nobody knows how he does it but he's almost always right And that's proof enough to me that he's the second coming of Christ He told me not to get on that plane and don't you know it crashed He told me not to eat that roast beef and I got painful gas He told me Global Warming was fake then we got all that snow He told me not to drill for oil in the Gulf of Mexico I believe in Paul the Psychic Octopus Ain't got no spine but don't you mind he knows the length and breadth of time He always gets the winner right no matter what game they play And eventually he'll fight the Devil at the end of days Cast your eyes down when you're standing at his tank Cause if he looks you in the eyes he'll read your mind And if he senses any evil in your heart he'll use his telekinetic powers to pop your head just like a grape So if you're drifting through this world without a purpose Searching desperately for something to believe in Just open up your heart and let his tentacles embrace it Nothing ever can replace it Baby you'll just have to face it I believe in Paul the Psychic Octopus I believe he gets his information straight from the mouth of the soccer god And if somebody says he's just some stupid lame-brained cephalopod I do believe I'll punch them in the throat

She's got a hold on me that I just can't describe I'll take any drugs she will prescribe She thinks she's got a handle on my mind But I don't think she's got it right I think she's tugging the wrong lines My psychiatrist is trying to melt my brain But if I tell anyone, I'll just come off insane She stares me down with her big black eyes With that creepy look she fills my head with lies I feel my body start to rise I think she's moving me with her mind I'm flying up into the sky My psychiatrist is trying to melt my brain But if I tell anyone, I'll just come off insane If I look at her out the corner of my eye I can just make out what's under her disguise She has bright red hair and big red lips A big red nose with a bulbous tip And vampire fangs. Oh boy, she makes me sick. My psychiatrist is trying to melt my brain But if I tell anyone, I'll just come off insane She makes me feel like I'm always in danger She makes me say embarrassing things to strangers I feel her presence in my brain I think she's driving me insane I think she's running through my veins My psychiatrist is trying to melt my brain But if I tell anyone, I'll just come off insane Today I woke up covered in human blood It's been a week and my mail is piled up The last memory I have I came out of a movie feeling glad What did I do? Should I feel bad? My psychiatrist is trying to melt my brain But if I tell anyone, I'll just come off insane

Sometimes I think I might collapse in a heap Sometimes I think I might die in my sleep Sometimes I think I've lost count of my sheep Sometimes I think I've lost count Sometimes I think that the price is too steep Sometimes I think it might be too far to leap Sometimes I slink in the corner like a creep Sometimes it seems like the water's too deep Sometimes I think I might collapse in a heap Sometimes I think I might die in my sleep Sometimes I think I've lost count of my sheep Sometimes I think I've lost count Sometimes I wish I had secrets to keep Sometimes I've got too many secrets to keep Sometimes I clam up and don't make a peep Sometimes I ramble right up to the beep Sometimes I think I might collapse in a heap Sometimes I think I might die in my sleep Sometimes I think I've lost count of my sheep Sometimes I think I've lost count Sometimes I can't go to sleep Sometimes I can't stay asleep Sometimes I go without sleep Sometimes I collapse in a heap Sometimes I think I might collapse in a heap Sometimes I think I might die in my sleep Sometimes I think I've lost count of my sheep Sometimes I think I've lost count

It doesn't matter if you like me at all Cause I've got a friend and we don't need you at all It doesn't matter if you like me anyway Cause I've got a friend at the end of the day It doesn't matter if I'm not a good-looking guy Cause my friend he doesn't have any eyes It doesn't matter if I'm a real cool dude Cause my friend doesn't have that kind of attitude I've got a pet rock waiting at home His name is George and he's all alone His interests are skiing and getting stoned I've got a pet rock waiting at home It doesn't matter if he can't move an inch Cause I can pick him up and carry him It doesn't matter if he can't read or write Cause I can read him a story every night It doesn't matter if he's not a regular dude Cause I don't have that kind of attitude It doesn't matter if we're not your average friends Cause we'll both be together till the very end I've got a pet rock waiting at home His name is George and he's all alone His interests are skiing and getting stoned I've got a pet rock waiting at home

One! Two! Three! One, two, three, fourteen! Purple monkey feet Anaconda meat With two bucket seats Through rain, snow or sleet I think I've got a chain Wrapped around my brain Drivin' me insane But I can't complain I'm stuck in a rut There's something up my butt And I'm out of luck Cause I think I'm stuck Rounding third base With panties on my face And then I got first place And shot it into space King of Iron fist Sweating monkey's pits and Sierra Mist is liquid donkey shit Two is more than one Fourteen is less than five And if you think that's a lie Just count from one to five One, two, three, fourteen, five

Look out there's a dragon behind you! Look out there's a dragon on your ass! I don't mean to tell you your business but I thought you ought to know that there's a dragon riding up your crevasse!