Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across the dump saying "Closed on Thanksgivig." And we had never heard of a dump closed in Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

Turn the tables with our unity
They're neither moral nor majority
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality

I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

Truth is a word
That's lost its meaning
The truth has become
Merely half-truth

'cause we're all dead from our necks up, now ain't we?

I want to go out with a smile in my face

But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find him laughing

And so I drank one
It became four
And when I fell on the floor
I drank more

He's not your everyday type prankster

With my own hands
When I make love to your memory
It's not the same
I miss the thunder, I miss the rain

Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone

All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one

So deep
Deep without a meaning

We should have each other with cream

And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down

The future is now, but it's all going wrong.

I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom

I felt my heart beat back a weekends worth of sadness

God doesn't even go to church