Well, Hell

My daddy says he's 'friends with Uncle Sam'
I try to change his mind and those baby booming ways
Both my hands are full and I still forgot something
I walk fast I talk fast, you better listen fast, or you get left behind

My mama loves me she squeezes me, she believes in medicine
Wants me to succeed and fix 'those things' inside my head
"Love is not loving" mama, that's what Bowie said

He's got some secrets he can't wait to tell
Cathartic, robotic, don't worry about hurting bodies
Guess you don't believe in hell?
Well, 'hell'

He comes around, he kicks her down, she still licks his shadow off the ground
Until I make a sound
"Don't be cruel to a heart that's true" like Elvis crowned

Maybe I should see my therapist
She makes me feel sane
I didn't mean to make your head spin
I have a lot to say
I have a lot to say

My puzzle's easy to solve
I still got all my pieces - peace man
You're like a dart on the wall
A far cry from the bull's-eye, you better hold tight or you will fall

Think I'm aggressive?
I'm just obsessive
Maybe I'll sleep when I'm dead
"The best is yet to come" like Frankie said

Maybe I should see my therapist
She makes me feel sane
I didn't mean to make your head spin
I have a lot to say
I have a lot to say

I have a lot to say
I have a lot to say
Thank you for listening to what we have to say
I had a lot to say