Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
Mike Keneally
This is the twisted weekend of my life
I walk and mumble
I mumble to myself for an hour
And I think my head is going to explode
These are the strangest moments of my days
There is no focus
Voices from on high are laughing
And I think my head is going to explode
Play fair you blasted forces
Play fair you deities
I can't predict your courses
My brain: a slurpee freeze
Relent you flipping forces
Retreat you wicked gods
Retreat on winged horses
I can't abide these odds
This is the twisted weekend of my life
I walk and mumble
I cannot drag myself into the shower
And I think my face is going to explode
Inside of the next hour
These are the strangest moments of my days
Voices from on high are laughing
The taunting makes me weak
This is the twisted weekend of my life
I mumble to myself for an hour
And my heart pop out my chest
Play fair you horrid voices
Play fair you hijinks lords
Your point is ten-fold proven
You've gone well overboard
Relent you piercing voices
Make past-tense your shrieks
You lousy good-for-nothings
You scoffing shrieking freaks
This is the twisted weekend of my life
I walk and mumble
I mumble to myself for an hour
And I think my head is going to explode
Voices from on high are laughing
The taunting makes me weak
I cannot drag myself into the shower
This is the twisted weekend of my life
Play fair you blasted voices
Play fair you deities
I can't predict your courses
My brain: a slurpee freeze
Relent you flipping forces
Retreat you wicked gods
Retreat on winged horses
I can't abide these odds
This is the twisted weekend of my life
And I think my head is going to explode