Every Day I Start to Ooze Nomeansno

I guess you heard my head turned brown
I lost several pounds and just look terrible
This marriage of black and yellow never looked good on paper
His mother was a secretary, I think
Her father a rapist
I’m a little pressed for time and facts
But I know, I know
It’s those personal acts, those personal acts
That cut through the crap

I heard they were dismembering people down on the street
Those Joneses! (you gotta love em’!)
Various disguises are regrettable but necessary
If you’re going to make it through the day
Everyday, everyday, every day I start to ooze
Everyday, everyday, every day I start to ooze

A bold plan drawn up by assholes to screw morons
News at eleven!
But first a long serious look at what’s seeping from open sore
Perhaps you should STOP PICKING AT IT!
I never felt so alone, I never felt so used
I never felt so EXCITED!
It was those personal acts, those personal axe
That cut up the crap and served it for breakfast
YOU DUMB FUCK!