Heart disease and strokes
(They're coming)
Terrorists with homemade bombs
Not every sad mistake replays
Then I can guarantee I'll do
Our progeny will raise a can
And suffer many a display
Each torn ankle
But please don't doubt the way I feel
And squeeze before you're up to see
My comments may be less than kind
Is cracking up, the end is near
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves
The way I eat
To solitude I must still cling
And factions everywhere
But plates may smash and doors may slam
'Cause when the Sun burns up the earth
They're drinking in the street
Bullies, buglers, pedophiles
If you can love my growing gut
Each weak knee
The way I dance
Bird flu and passive smoke
If you love my little poofy hands
But that won't mean I've changed my mind
Not every lover's pact decays
My skinny arms and reeking feet
(They're coming)
If you love the morning spots I try
And every day I hear the world
I love to sulk and shout and squeal
The same as long as you can bear
Here's to where it all began
I'm a huffy prick the best of times
(They're coming)
I hear we all should live in fear
But still my moods must swing
My rotten teeth and graying hair
And you won't love me every day
