Everyday I Start To Ooze

I guess you heard my head turned brown

I lost several pounds and looked terrible

Thi marriage of yellow and black never looked good on paper

His mother was a secretary, I think

Her father a rapist

I’m a little pressed for time and facts

But I know

It’s those personnal acts

Those personnal acts

That cut through the crap

I heard they were dimembering people down the street

Those Joneses, you gotta love’m

Various disguises are regrettable but necessary

If you’re going to make it through the day

Everyday Everyday

Everyday I start to ooze

A bold plan drawn up by assholes to screw morons

News at eleven but first

A long serious look at what’s seeping from open sore

Perhaps you should STOP PICKING AT IT

I never felt so alone

I never felt so used

I never felt so excited

It was those personal acts

Those personal acts

That cut up the crap and served it for breakfast

YOU DUMB FUCK

My mom phoned up the police today

Just to say hello, „Hello“

My girlfriend has been missing for two weeks

I guess that’s what happens when you alk the streets

with a bag on your head and a sign that says

Everyday Everyday

Everyday I start to ooze

Blue, black and blue and red are the colours of everyday

Ok, that’s liffe, that’s what I was told anyway

And picking your feet till they bleed may be the half of it

If every fourth animal in the world is a beetle

Maybe ervery fourt person is a DUMB FUCK

Listen , listen carefully now here’s the answer

It rhymes with axe

Why, it’s those personal acts

Those personal acts

Those suicide pacts

Those carelessly stored razorblades in the hands of small children

It’s my face smeared on the pavement

It’s Everyday

It’s Everyday

Unday

Noneday

Useday

Buttugly

Whoreday

Painday

SPLATTERSDAY SPLATTERSDAY

YOU DUMB FUCK