if it's all about the summer, but
not about the weather, then i
hate to be a bummer, but
this summer's gon' be wetter than a
nevermind the rain
i'm talking tears from the vein
from the arms of the vain
pain made obsolete by shame
i'm talking planes, dames, and trains
ride one, pay one, blow up the other
but which is up to you, my brother
a choice made from the gutter
this storm's coming in quick
about to flood where you lay
float with the paper boats, the sick
the hungry til you reach the bay
the streets are wet, wheels to the left
steer through the set, swerving til you let
go til I say stop, this is not your father's pop
it's a whole new vehicle
i bet you lost control 22 years ago
basically you never had it
i wrote the book, you only read it for the pictures
i wrote the hook, you only listen cuz your girl does
i made you look and all you saw was white ass
ahead of the game from hollywood to lind ave
these cigarettes kill my lungs
as these bitter sets kill my fun
second to none, i find solace in the broken,
the innocent, the young
these eyes hold the world
like steinbeck's pearl
shiny, new and raw,
but also beautifully flawed
i fell in love with the music
of my darkest hour
the beauty in the madness,
the corruption of power
hungry coyote complex
bake sale mentality
conversations for carnivores
on fasting from reality
first the hare's winning
then he takes a nap
wakes and sees he lost
then has himself a tortoise snack
cracker jack prize fighter
sucker for the sucker punch
line drawn in the dirt
so he never gets hurt
