October

[Verse 1]
(Paranoid scared frightened terrified
Paranoid scared frightened terrified)
That my know it all father will come home one night
Get a heart attack fall off his couch and die
And that his, you know
Second wife will expect me to comfort her when she cries
(Terrified paranoid scared frightened)
That my mom who spent her whole life in search of
Enlightenment
Will take fifty pills make her whole system halt
And in the note that she leaves – she'll hint it's my fault
(Frightened terrified paranoid scared)
That one of these days when i'm a bit unaware
My son will climb on a table or a chair
Then fall and smash his head on the edge of a stair
And that's it! It can happen life's very unfair
(Scared frightened terrified paranoid)
That my wife will talk back to someone get him annoyed
He'll go nuts n' she'll try to avoid him but he'll drag her
Under the threats of a dagger
To a dark dark alley n' stab her
That's why whenever she's late every second feels like
An hour

[Verse 2]
And how can I not be (scared)
Those little poisonous fuckers are everywhere
Just heard my manager got cancer like yours
Tried to say something nice to her but stuttered and paused
Because I don't believe one can defeat that disease
If you lost then she'll make it? Please
Life's full of traps when you fall there's no use fighting
So how the hell can I quit being frightened
How is it possible to not be terrified
To me my phobias are all very justified
Like sometimes I know that I'll crack
That it's a matter of time before my brain loses track
And arrives at the station where there's no turning back
Join crack addicts and old timers with Alzheimer's
Live with feet on the ground and my head in a void
And I know that day's coming - I'm not (paranoid)

[Verse 3]
Drove over to see you last weekend you know
Just wanted to check on you, say hello
I saw the gate was closed so I approached kind of slowly
A sign read: "Mt. Saul cemetery weekdays only"
They sealed the whole place off like a fort
If I had any energy in me I'd take this one to court
And make those fuckers open every day of the year
This ain't no museum you're buried here
They want to tell me when to drop by to say hi?
Don't they know it's inconvenient enough that you died?
Why do they meddle in my affairs?
When I want to visit it's my business not theirs
I hate those assholes with a passion
Ought to go there next weekend and just start smashing
And trash that fancy office and that fence
Because angry beats the shit out of scared and
Depressed