By Torpedo or Crohn’s

Sleeping late, I
Hear the sad horns of labor trucks sigh
My neighbor walks by
High heels click dry
Like half a proud horse down Brook
I hear somebody's babbling I mistook
For a cavalry
Whispering "victory" to the sparks in their kindling
But, but all their green woods wet and unmet
As of yet by the gases aflame
Pressing against the pending physics of my passed down last name
Living in the tear between two spaces condemned
In one of the many places you're not, I am
Hiding from my friends in the bathroom at Thrift Town
To write this tune down

Na na na na na na na na
Da na na na na na na na na
Just... doesn't... stop
Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na na na na na na
Just... doesn't... stop
Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na na na na na na
Just... doesn't... stop
Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na na na na na na

Today after lunch
I got sick and blew chunks
All over my new shoes
In a lot behind Whole Foods
This is a new kind of blues
And what about losing limb or loved one in a duel
Dissatisfies you?
It seems just as a kid I did not shit my pants much
Why start now with this stuff?
And man I do not bluff
Second caller gets bit by a dog or Jeff Dahmer
Kisses or stitches?
No mitt for these pitches
Lone Pone one master of the cheap pun
If I'm not raw I'm just a bit underdone
But I'd be OK, cool as a rail
If they just let us have health food in hell

Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na na na na na na
Just... doesn't... stop
Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na na na na na na
Just... doesn't... stop
Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na na na na na na
Just... doesn't... stop
Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na

Good heavens background radiation and the black arts awaiting
Not the same since I switched my hair part and started shaving
Got hexed, my hidden hair gone corners
Oh, I'll never be a joiner lifelong local foreigner I
Raw lung homegrown fake in coed naked choir
Second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser
I'll be proudly mouthing "watermelon" every song
I put the phone to my ear, but all's I hear's a dial tone
Will they map my skull and wrap my bones when my wig is gone? Hmmm?
I'll go unknown by torpedo or Crohn's
Only those evil live to see their own likeness in stone
My brother said that

Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na na na na na na
Just... doesn't... stop
Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na na na na na na
Just... doesn't... stop
Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na na na na na na
Just... doesn't... stop
Da da da da na na na na
Da na na na na na na na

I can decide
While I’m alive I’ll feel alive
And what’s next?
I guess I’ll know when I’ve gotten there

While I’m alive I’ll feel alive
And what’s next?
I guess I’ll know when I’ve gotten there

Mmmmm, ooh