The little people in my head
They push me down and make me mad
I can't stand the way they look
Some blue meanie stole my books
But I'm OK some bad days
Make no sense till they go away
Mailman runs from my dog
Hoping his day is better than mine
Well he better run faster
A giant pigeon eating at my brain
Catastrophe in the sewer main
Philosophy as to what seems smart
They bought the wisdom right at K-Mart
But I'm OK such great minds
Joined their forces to stop mankind
But I don't know seems so weird
I hope it will figure itself out soon
Well it better figure faster
Sick of feelings I just hate
Blue the color in my way
I must be special because they told me I was
But they flipped out when I said Elvis lives
I could have swore I saw him hanging out
With those great teachers of the modern thought
But I'm OK some strange days
Make no sense till they go away
Questioning man complex world
Hoping you'll be remembered for this
We'll see of any of this lasts