I've been doing this for too long to keep Singing the same song This is another one of those happy moments not made for anyone I don't rap in bumper stickers
are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come Can't exist outside the bottle
that we always take for granted Its my opening night Spinning Everyone will be there Whos anyone to bear witness to my newest latest and greatest work I'm a comet human
Blank page, blank space between the space and timex count down to nothing, no pop, no big bang theories of post modernistic expression the new impressions
you're facing Sole-ful eloquence You've got a lot of time to think, that's not necessarily a bad thing Just think of all the joys a bottle of Windex,
[Sole] Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert
