Lyrics

It’s all that you can do
The kids are fighting in the other room

And your old man
Crawled into a tube back in ‘88
Not great
Some kind of counterrevolution

Family strain
Mad dogs are running in and out of the rain

Anyway - these cats act crazy
Like we’re out of gas
My ass

It’s all gotten to the point of just chickening out

Nothing to say
With all these lies flowing every way
Today
You’re just a creature of strange mutation
I’m certain

East gone west
He’s gone south
I can’t believe a thing that’s coming out of your mouth

Black is white
Wrong is right
What’s the reason for the oversight?
Not right

Like the match
Strike the light
You sycophantic whore

You don’t know what for, anymore

The fruit is on the vine
Your eyes are locked with mine
It’s party garden time

Sun is rain
You did it again
Nobody can even decipher have the crap you say
No way
It would require lightning to find out

You’re right or you’re left
In the middle, there’s just nobody left
So eff'd
So strained

Fool me again
Fame is your game
Impatiently strain
For your own name

The fruit is hard to find
Your fate is bound to mine
It’s toxic garden time

Light the match
Strike the light
You’re totally insane

Water my toxic garden with your acid rain!