Superstooge

These are the words that you're forced to belive in

When you don't wanna choose the theme or decide what to

mean

Those funny thoughts in yr head now,any-which-way

Will shake yr foundation down,then make yr day

When the thrashers are pounding

Much too fast for love

And the neonlights blinding

Who could ask for more?

Blame the world conspiracy for the mood that yre in

Or any other elevated word to describe the scheme

Then sit and watch yr navel growing dirtier by the day

Listening to the drone from the era constructing decay

Well the thrasher's still pounding

And who won't give a damn

About the final solution

Of the master plan

Well,the trashers are pounding

And i'll dream away

I'll go anywhere i wanna

I'm not gonna stay

Then if i could rewind and start all over again

I'd buy a bulletproof conception and a couple of matching

friends

But then again my right hand fills in the form

Those spastic signs to keep it close to the norm