Thanks to Uncle Stacy Nick Lutsko

I ride the brake until the top of the hill
You're asking me to swallow a pill
That is bigger than my body
It's bigger than my will
We crash against the radio waves
They infiltrate and feast on our brains
I pump my inner ear with silence
But that only makes things worse
I soak my eyeballs deep in violence
But then my heart begins to hurt

Oh well - irony, ironically
Becomes the standard recipe for normalcy
Who discovered what and how much longer
‘til it's cool again is all lost on me
(This is not a democracy, this is a legacy)

Well I might ride my bicycle around
I passed out near the old playground
And woke up to some kids
Sticking safety pins in my head
I shook ‘em off and I fought with their moms
They made some accusations and then called the cops
I tried to ride away but then they maced me
And old man Jimmy left me for dead
I woke up in the morning feeling ornery and I did it again