I can't sleep because the light's too bright
The cats fuck and fight all night
Next door neighbor plays with bottles and cans
And regret is my old best friend
There's a plaque in the house of shame
For first place in the race of the lame
There's a trophy for best costume prize
For whoever wears the best disguise

And the rain falls in solid drops
Tastes like cyanide lollipops
And the wind blows cold and shrill
And the mud slides down the hill

The mud buries me in a murky grave
They said he was a scurvy knave
Never learned a goddamned thing
Couldn't play and couldn't sing
Never could hold down a job
Never could be just a cog
In the plastic factory
In the pastor's rectory

And the rain falls in solid drops
Tastes like cyanide lollipops
And the winds down the powerlines
So I could play with them all the time

The power surges from power poles
Flows to electric chair controls
Flick the switch and watch the muscles twitch
They said he was a son of a bitch
They said he was the son of a bastard
Afterwards his dad got plastered
And threw up in the middle of the street
Spit it out as the rain fell in sheets

And the rain falls in solid drops
Tastes like cyanide lollipops
And the wind blows cold and clean
Tastes like chocoalte mescaline
And the rain falls in solid drops
Tastes like cyanide lollipops
And the wind downs the powerlines
So I can play with them all the time



Lyrics submitted by joelm

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