for the people who know,
deeper than 100's of thousands of debt,
your couch is now wet,
here is the washcloth to wipe yourself dry,
laundering money in laundromats
here is detergent, bearded arab (sergents?)
passing out cough drops,
like asking a sasqautch to take your gaspacho,
that's a nice watch bro, bough it costco,
god i like pasta, god is a monster,
monsters are modern, inventions forgotten,
potatoes are rotton, cradle your thoughts in,
a stable of oxine, **** **** ****,
ill strangle your datsun with a subaru walkman.

save the little boy genius,
from a self-employed zenith,
but half the time im having car trouble,
do you have a monkey wrench or somebody to invest for my mars shuttle?
im supposed to be... reading poems and..
doing terrible card shuffles.. in (R�ba?)
im a licensed practitioner correcting brain flaws
with this guest star chainsaw, wearing a reclaimed shawl..

..are you ready to lose your virginity?...

(1,2,3, flow)

for those of us who learnt to slide by on the minimum,
giving out the answers but wont discuss curriculum,
find yourself a pimp or whore, **** and go visit em,
sitting on your home hosing your lawn just like a businessman.

are you ready to lose yoour virginity?
in the proccessor of the oil slick blender..
whos consenter is his toilet plunger...
save the endangered horsey animals..
from the pill-face warmongers..
who just happen to be your forefathers..
invite us and the conspiracy theorys..
very (harmonous)? to family, dinners with the grand wizards.
to *** your ***** dad..
and because your long hair and bong hair and hand scissors, your his color copy.. **** call your mother mommy or your mother mum if you cannot tell the difference between a plate of food and a cluster bomb...

this is a healthy excercise in recreational paranoia

(1,2,3, flow)

im in the follow band, i am the hollow man,
you cannot see me and, like this grafitti can,
i cant be shaken look, this seat here is taken so put,
some mole skin on you bunnys and ****'s,
whether or not the weathers running these storms out of the tri-country in a sea harrier,
hover when i land and the government has planned,
for a satelitte to control the patterns of the weather,
just a (sheep?) murder who controls the government,
from a catalytic converter connected to my ipod,
connected to the (dupre?) thats loaded with 100 pounds of C4, explosive i know exactly where your folks live...
if you wanna know radioinactive,
but you outta know exactly where your headed,
i said it once, i'll say it again,
im in the follow band, i am the hollow man,
you cannot see me and, like this graffitti can...


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    Lyric CorrectionMost of this is totally wrong. Here's the official lyrics from the Mush website (the label that put out this record)…

    For the people who know
    Deeper than hundreds-of-thousands of debt
    Your couch is now wet
    Here is the washcloth to wipe yourself dry
    Laundering money in Laundromats
    Here is detergent
    Bearded Arab surgeons
    Passing out cough drops
    Like asking a Sasquatch to taste your Gazpacho
    That's a nice watch bro
    Bought it from Costco
    God I like pasta
    God is a monster
    Monsters are modern
    Inventions forgotten
    Cradle your thoughts in a stable of oxen
    Thick ankles for socks and
    I’ll strangle your Datsun with a Subaru Walkman

    Save the little boy genius
    From his self-employed zenith
    But at the time I'm having car trouble
    Do you have a monkey wrench
    Or some money to invest
    For my Mars shuttle?
    I’m supposed to be reading palms
    And doing tarot-card shuffles in rainfall
    I’m a licensed practitioner
    Correcting brain flaws
    With this gas-powered chain saw
    Wearing a reclaimed shawl
    Are you ready to lose your virginity?

    For those of us who learn to slide by on the minimum
    Giving out the answers but won't discuss curriculum
    Find yourself a pen-pal correspondence and go visit ‘em
    Sitting on your laurels or your haunches like a businessman

    I’m the protestor of the oil-slick blunder
    whose gold scepter is his toilet plunger
    Save the endangered fuzzy animals from the pale-faced warmongers
    Who just happened to be your forefathers
    Invite us and the conspiracy theorist and furry feminist to family dinner with the grand wizard
    Do not call your daddy “Dad”
    If he cuts your long hair and bong air with hand scissors
    You’re his color copy
    Do not call your mother “mommy” or your mother “mom”
    If you cannot tell the difference between a plate of food and a cluster bomb
    This a healthy exercise in recreational paranoia

    I’m in the follow van
    I am the hollow man
    You cannot see me and
    Like this graffiti can
    I can’t be shaken
    This seat here is taken
    So put some moleskin on your bunions and corns
    Whether or not The Weather's running these storms
    Out of the tri-county area
    In a Sea Harrier
    Hover when I land
    And the government has planned
    For a satellite
    To control the patterns of The Weather
    Just a sheepherder
    Who controls the government with a catalytic converter
    Connected to my iPod
    Connected to the G4
    That's loaded with 100 pounds of C4 explosive
    I know exactly where your folks live
    If you wanna know Radioinactive
    But you oughta know
    Exactly where you're headed
    I said it once
    i’ll say it again
    I’m in the follow van
    I am the hollow man
    You cannot see me and…
    Shnakepupon April 07, 2011   Link

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