I could tell you the problem if you'd just stop complaining From the hole in my umbrella I can tell it's not raining And you're the only one who's getting wet. Your glances are cool; They're cold as a glacier I'd know the right words If it weren't for aphasia So don't mind my mumbling underbreath.
I want a girl who's as smart as you But that's not all, good looking too.
Gonna pop my eardrums Yeah I'm gonna bust a drum I'll be deaf at twenty-two And dumb at twenty-one.
Your insipidity leaves no room for serendipity Your inanity calls for profanity Yes, you look delicious, but not very nutritious Somewhere between fishes And porcelain dishes.
Memories are made of cheese And I'm pouring out the whine Can't you see I'm on my knees Won't you be my valentine?
If I had a dozen ruses I'd use them all on you But I'm still making up excuses For the things I never do
This is a song about The way I feel right now This is a song about Papercuts and broken vows This is a song about The way I stop and never start This is a song about That girl who broke my heart, That girl who broke my heart, That girl who broke my heart. The letter F is for the First time I saw your face The letter U is for Undying love that's been replaced The C and K are for the Clueless way I Killed my part And the letter U is for That girl who broke my heart, That girl who broke my heart, That girl who broke my heart.
You're so terribly so and I don't know Where to go with this line of questioning Feeling unbearably hope- less at the end of my rope I just can't cope with this festering.
How do they do it And why won't they stop I don't wanna know How you slept to the top Take a hiatus Or you'll satiate us And you'll never eat lunch in this town again And then you'll be a loser A Sunset-Strip cruiser A washed-out West Hollywood has-been.
I'm so terribly me and I can see You agree so we won't dwell on it I would sell you my soul if that was the toll For now I'm whole but I might have to pawn it.
Can you keep a secretion From one of life's little lesions? You're a cut above, and I'm in love. The way you bleed, you're all I need -- We all could use a little ooze To take away our blues.
I got a package of gum and a bucket of screws Plastic explosives and nothing to lose. Gonna come on over and steal your heart Put it in a freezer bag, In a shopping cart. Sell it on the corner for a bottle of wine, Get bloody drunk And rant and opine.
Sights of beauty seldom pass And when they do, I feel an ass Not literally -- I lack a lass Butt I can feel I'm out of gas. (Got to get my motor runnin' Got to set my mind to cunnin' Linguists say it's all just punnin' A million's what I'm lookin' for one in.)
More tea. Morte. Moriarty. More alley tea. Morality.
Shopping for bimbos! Buy one get one free! I've gone shopping for bimbos But now they're coming after me Get one free! Shopping spree! After me!
Let me tell you all the things I've got inside my cell Records, tapes, CDs and more Old food that's starting to smell A stamp collection, a reading section Some posters from punk rock shows A big green bed, a plant that's dead A pile of underclothes. Some glow-in-the-dark stars, Old MRRs, A year-old Rolling Stone. An overhead lamp, A 15-watt amp, A rotary telephone.
I think I'd rather be anywhere else but I'm compelled by circumstance. It's this hypnotic tranquility that leaves me in a trance. I think I'd rather just be with you But I can't think of anything that we could do. Except not be alone. Sit here and stare at the telephone. My car's got a full tank of gas. If I drive for a while the mood might pass.
When love is cliche then hatred will rule. Why be sweet and tender when you can be mean and cruel? Lovin' is over, it's all mayhem and ruin. Kill everyone; Hitler stopped too soon. Death's indiscriminate. Death knows no mercy. Kill Bill and Nancy. Kill Byron and Percy.
I could write another verse just to see your sweet reaction but I don't even want to give you that tiny satisfaction.