Double Joe
The light is green
But you're not moving
It's a stoplight,
After all
It's not a go light,
And it ain't your night
You need a bug-light
So you can pop and crawl
Sure, I'll share
Your ugly duckling alcohol
The surgery is over
And you're bouncing back
So spill your guts, friend
But not on my pants
You're not out of luck,
You've still got half a pack of cigarettes
It's anomie, lonely boy
Why don't you go see a show?
It's a sure-fire cure,
Pretend the drumbeat is your heart
And Double Joe, he ain't afraid of his cymbals
All her jumping jacks,
They were just heart-attacks
That sugar smacks you
Every time
Now you want to be anonymous
Well, you could be like parallel lines
If you want to be untouchable,
Or you could be a hologram
But home is where you hang out,
Not where you hang yourself
Life is just the fleeting
Opportunity
To do a belly dance
On an atomic particle
Existence is essence
And love is just a silly aftertaste
It's anomie, lonely boy
Why don't you go see a show?
It's a sure-fire cure,
Pretend the drumbeat is your heart
And Double Joe, he ain't afraid of his symbols