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christopher atkins
I want to be like Christopher Atkins
marooned on a deserted island
marooned in deserted desert
ran aground with his tuxedo, he wrapped that libido up in a loin cloth
he got first crack at Brooke Shields
he built a house out of leaves and driftwood
he could have used some contraception
'cause I want to be like Cristopher Atkins in paradise
he was just 13 and just discovering his puberty
I want to be like Christopher Atkins (or Willie Ames)
message that it sends
I want to be a singer in a punk-rock band
I want to tattoo evil things in the corner of my hand
I want to plot my anarchy and overthrow the Man
I want to pierce my scrotum because I know I can
and the message that it sends of a troubled mind to tend, my mind is on the mend but it's the message that it sends
I want to die my hair green so that I won't fit in
well maybe I'll just shave it all and hang out with the skins
I want to be so different, but I look just like my friends
I love when people stare at me I hope this never ends
stayed home (or ode to Frank Black) Note: oops, if the sun is UV the g level is higher!
on a brother world where motherhood has produced a carbon-based lifeform
with UV eyes and long, slendered body breaks like twigs at 10 meters-per-second-squared
and they come here under some power to see what's become of those that sent them records
with their oven mitts, and super suits to keep them cool in summer, somewhere out by Phoenix
and I wonder what they'd say as they opened up their eyes and breathed the light of day
and I bet they wished they'd stayed home
the star was hot, the air was thin and gravity barely kept them solid
a few generations across the black all along just waiting and singing the Beatles
in the atmosphere they all went blind from lack of light to which they'd grown accustomed
they hit the ground and skipped a bit and got filed in some nameless hanger
and I wonder what they'd say as they opened up their eyes and breathed the light of day
and I bet they wished they'd stayed home
daydream
I prayed for them, they never came, just a little boy, was a perfect human specimen
they told me I'd be allowed to choose, I would pick you, pretend it wasn't me
wouldn't want to be the one to take you away from all your friends and family
then I had to decide what my 3 wishes would be
(1) was stop and start time
(2) win the lottery
(3) I'd wish for unlimited wishes
in another time there was a world war, Detroit lay leveled beneath the rubbel of the suburbs
just 2 kids against the World, I wanted to find you, be your savior, just wanted to be your hero
got to have you
baby, I got to have you but I know that it aint right and baby, let's make some sweet lovin tonight
I know I'm not supposed to but I think you know that I want to
I've kept my insticts hidden about that love forbidden
my resistances have weakened at each and every meeting
and I can no longer hide what's been welling up inside
baby, I got to have you but I know that it aint right and baby, let's make some dirty lovin tonight
paper hat
paper hat for my head; paper cuts from which I bled; paper page that says I'm dead; paper bag I'll wear instead
I'll wear instead 'cause it suits me
razor blades in my eyes; razor blades in disguise; razor wire strung up high; razing girl who just denies
please don't deny what you did to me
it's a stupid way of how to say in my own way that I'm filled with pain
that I'm filled with hate
that I'm filled with rage
that I'm filled with pain
fell in love with pornography
my first memory of sex was a naked girl, a picture in a magazine
coyly-smiled, seduction-airbrush, it was a beautiful scene
she had a name, she had a date, she had measurements, and numbers upon her page
I was seeing things that shouldn't be seen by a boy my age
and I fell in love with pornography
she had a beautiful body, laid out in various themes
a set of vignettes orchestrate a five year-old's dreams
as I turned the page I realized she was not alone
she one of three, one of a pile to peruse when no one was home
and I fell in love with pornography
and for my birthright I collected a stash underneath my bed
I jacked off so God damn much my penis bled
and I fell in love with pornography
just need a lil liquor
I want to get into your pants
you look so cute with your backpack
I saw you coming out of Psyche 101
why don't come by the house tonight baby we going to have some fun
I just need a little liquor and a little charm but I can't promise that you won't see any harm
I can tell you're a girl with expensive tastes
you're drinking Stolichnaya while I'm still sniffing paste
your hair smells just like perfume and smoke
you giggle a little when I tell a stupid joke
I just need a little liquor and a little time and I will show you what it's like to be mine
you look so much more pretty with each passing drink
and I seem so much more witty the less you have to think
we'll both overlook each other's flaws and surely have some fun tonight because
I just got a little liquor and with a little luck I can get you to my room to fuck
(unintelligble rambling)
aces & 8s
in the dead man's hand were aces & 8s
all they saw was two bits and two eyes underneath
cards were dealt, feelings felt, feelings hurt, new walls built
rib bones crushed, whispers hushed, secret tales in faces flushed
kisses laid, aces played, broke the bank, dealer paid
moving on, girl is gone, never was like moon and sun
went on the internet
went on the internet and I found some pictures I could save
I put them in a folder that I can open when I masturbate
I found your high school yearbook, cut out your picture and replaced
some girl getting butt-loving, I cut and pasted on your face
wish I could tell you to your face darling, I love you
you never looked so lovely, sedate and sinful on one page
I found you on a teen site but you look older than your age
so many lovely ladies paying tuition on this wage
some call it detrimental, society sickened by this phage
wish I could tell you to your face darling, I love you
there were some things
there were some things that I might say if I had the chance to see you today
once I was dead but now I'm okay, although there's much hate in the songs that I play I'm okay today
I wish I could find the words to express the weight that I feel, the pain and duress,
the weight that I feel that sits on my chest, the wounds that don't heal and covered in jest but I'll do my best |
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