Eenque Pen R. Stevie Moore

Here we here we here we go

I've lost my composure, I found out too late
I'm no good for this world, yeah
I thought things were changing, I bought all the self-help books
I read in the fireplace, baby

And what it all adds up to
Is that everything never was mine mine mine
Cause I got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the bird finger

I'm poor but I'm spending, I sleep but I toss
My body's a softball, yeah
I'm Siskel and Ebert, my two thumbs are up
My pinkies are crooked, baby

And what it all shouts out to
Is that everything makes me quite uptight
Cause I got an eenque pen in my pocket
And the other one contains a pipe bomb

And what it all falls down to
Is that I finally got it all figured out just now
Cause I got one foot in my pocket
And the other one inserted in your mouth