Kid Nothing vs. the Echo Factor

Now I could, sit here and baffle you with

shallow babble and a, bunch of punch lines you probably won't get

Or even, use some big words that, you'd have to look up but

I'm not a teacher so go 'head and close your book up

I could, tell a fairy tale, so convincin

And keep a straight face from beginnin to happy endin

I could waste thirty-two bars tellin you how to live

Knowing damn well I used MTV Cribs for the blueprint

I could, bore you to death with, my past relationships

Or, a little ditty 'bout "Jack & Diane"

Or I could, go back to childhood, dig up them skeletons and

Spit 'em at you with a catchy hook look

I could, strike a nerve with some four letter words

That'll make Richard Pryor proud; or better yet

I could, sing a jingle that'll contort and mingle

Every single solitary letter in the alphabet

R: I could tell you whatever you want to hear

But if I just said hello would you listen to me?

I could sell a blind man new ears

If I just said hello would you listen to me?

I'm tryin hard to make it perfectly clear

But I'm dyin because there ain't nobody listenin to me

Been relyin on myself on myself for more than twenty-two years

And I ain't cryin I just need someone to listen to me

Breaker breaker can I get some reply, or maybe some kind of sign

to let me know that you're listenin to me?

Just from time to time, I get lost in my mind

It's hard to find someone to listen to me

My ears were open when you needed some consolin

Now I'm hopin to hear sounds besides echoes

Every time I say hello

I could talk about my duds and my thrift store scores

But that probably wouldn't interest you and, why should it?!

I mean, I've seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years

But your feet in my shoes is not somethin I recall

And I've been known to drink twenty-two beers

Before a show cause otherwise I probably wouldn't have the balls

I could, make references to books I never read

For the sake of sounding conscious but, that's just obnoxious

I could take off these bandages and, expose these papercuts

And put 'em in the air with both, my middle fingers up

or talk about myself in third person like I'm better than you

Cause there's nothin else better to do

I could, attack your character from eighty different angles

Cleverly explainin exactly how wack you are, but

Why do that when it's a well known fact

You buyin this CD is potentially feedin me, c'mon

R:

Hello... is there anybody out there? (6x)