flog

  it's your brother, lost his eyes

  taken out and polarized

  cosmic morons orbiting my head.



  feeling dizzy, feeling dead

  looking to the TV set 

  to pacify my thoughts and keep them down.



  here's to boredom and regret

  here's to bouncing all the checks

  i'll hack away at the roof above my head.



  don't you worry, dry your eyes

  i heard some good advice

  burning bridges and taking out the trash.



  i don't know what you've been told!

  it doesn't pay to try!



  i don't know what you've been told!

  let it go; it's in your head.



  talking nonsense, taking sides

  blame this on your foolish pride

  task(?) boy sleeping in his chains.



  have his chance he'll fuck it up

  truckstop with no coffee cups

  he'll bring the table, i'll forget the chairs.



  tell you what this means to me

  i'm riddled with uncertainty

  i'm sure you hear it fumbling in the lines.



  second guessing, jump the gun

  leave the clown shoes, take the fun,

  put your dagger back into my side.



  i don't know what you've been told!

  it doesn't pay to try!



  i don't know what you've been told!

  don't let it go, it's in your head!