I sow and I reap
I'm my worst enemy
I'm losing memory
All I need is a little hit of ECT

I knock myself out
I always do that
My luck is never learned
And it pulls the wisdom out of my teeth

He's indoctrinated with a pregnant point of view
He's constipated on a treadmill
On the late night, late night show
On the late night, late night show

I'll use my camera
So I can't distort
Or warp what's really there
'Cause I'll see witches in cupboards
Catching killers

I'll drink some Chianti
And read some Freudy
Double-dutch with Morrissey
And tap a secret in morse code

To Brian in the desert who's doing LSD
Sugar glider on your shoulder drew maps on me
On my body body, on my body body

Marching bands dance migraine heads to sleep
And a gentle touch of a masculine man
RIP RIP RIP Rest In Peace

So get your masts out
Sail to the jungle of your 9 to 5
I got 5 to 9 stuck on the 405

His thoughts run in circles on conveyer belts
He's balanced on a thin string when he sees a mouse
When my mouth opens comes out
On the late night, late night show