"Pot - Tool"

You were the finger wave?
Ya 'Out to the head must have
Deep in the muddy waters of a small hole
If effectively raised the dead

Rob's tomb in the snow to the Cradle
Then burn down evidence
Street, a house of cards, glass,
So not go tossin 'around your stone

Height must have
Height must have
Must have been

Foot in the mouth and head up the donkey
So whatcha talkin '' bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'Calls for Goma, boy!

Must have been so high
Must have been so high

Moments, a reference to borrow
Save dubious reasoning please
Kangaroo on the hung jury
Innocent and

You are now in the shadow of tears Ai cozened
Up to the lemon juice in the eye ...

Angry all over again when my kettle black
Height must be in a high -
Height must be in a high -

You were the finger wave?
So full of it
Eyeball deep in the muddy waters
Expletive hypocrite

Is a liar, a lawyer in the mirror, see
What's the difference?
Kangaroo hung done
Innocent,

Now!
I was in tears indigo shadow cozened
Lemon juice is high and
Angry all over again when my kettle black
You musta been!

So you have to wave a finger?
Who are your fat finger wave to me?
Your mind must have been!

Weepin 'Shades of Indigo
Shed without reason
Weepin 'Shades of Indigo

Is a liar, a lawyer in the mirror Ya,
What's the difference?
Kangaroo is stoned
He's guilty, the government

Now!
I was in tears indigo shadow cozened
Your eyes are lemon juice up!
Eye!

Now angry all over again when my kettle black
You musta been high, high, high, high
Eyeball deep in the muddy waters
Eyeball deep in the muddy waters
Ganja, please!
Your mind must have been!

All righty then... picture this if you will...
10 to 2 am, X, yogi DMT, and a box of krispy kreme's in my "need to know" pose just outside of area 51, contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my birkinstocks, and me yelping "holy fuckin' shit!"

then the X file being, looking like some kinda blue green Jackie chan, with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa, did a slow mo matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel, and hovered above my bug eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was, "I hope uncle martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin pants!!"

so light in his way, like an apparition, that he had me crying out...
"fuck me! It's gotta be the dead head chemistry. (the) blotter got right on top o' me. Got me seeing E mutha fuckin T!


and after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said. "you are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it, and a warning for those who do not." Me! The chosen one. They chose me!!!! And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school!!

Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes. Don't even know what that means. Must remember to write it down.
This is so real. Like the time Dave floated away. See, my heart is pounding. cuz this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe right now.

It was so real. Like I woke up in wonderland. all sorta terrifying. I don't wanna be alone while I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why y'all sound like peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real. Finally it's my lucky day See, my heart is racing cuz this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe right now.


You believe me don't you? Please believe what I've just said. See, the dead ain't touring and this wasn't all in my head. see they took me by the hand and invited me right in. then they showed me something. I don't even know where to begin.

Strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out of my head am I alive? Am I dead.
Can't remember what they said. God damn. Shit the bed.
Overwhelmed as one would be placed in my position...
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending.
to write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen. Shit the bed again. Typical.


Strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out of my head am I alive? Am I dead.
Sun kissed and Sudafed Gyro scopes and infrared
won't help. I'm brain dead. Can't remember what they said.
God damn. Shit the bed.


Can't remember what they said to me.
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be the hero.
Can't remember what they said.
Bob help me.
Can't remember what they said.


We don't know and we won't know.
God damn shit the bed.

A groan of tedium escapes me
Startling the fearful
Is this a test?
It has to be
Otherwise I can't go on

Draining patience
Drain vitality
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old

But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here

But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here

If there were no rewards to reap
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away
By now

Gonna wait it out

If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away
By now

And I still may
I still may

Be patient
Be patient
Be patient

I must keep reminding myself of this
I must keep reminding myself of this
I must keep reminding myself of this
I must keep reminding myself of this

If there were no rewards to reap
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away
By now

And I still may
And I still may
And I still may
And I...

Gonna wait it out
Gonna wait it out
Wait it out
Gonna wait it out