I'm on the brink of loosing it.
Don't give me more time, I'm really bad at using it.
I'm much better at abusing it and even down right confusing it.
So, if you want to get through to me,
There's so much more that you could do to me.
Contribute to me, your pursuit to me.
Prove to me your gratuity.
I need support.
I need to court this anger.
It's wooing me and booing me,
Consuming me and spewing me all over the kitchen table.
And I'm biting my time
Nail by nail
Bail by bail
Failure by failure
Eating away at my progression,
Falling into a deep depression,
I strive for expression of my steamiest agressions.
Why, oh, why am I constantly unable?

There is this thing in me
Trying to bring in me 
A loving, bouncing spring in me
But I keep loosing it, closing it down,
Hosing it down with...
23 artificial flavors
...
Carbonated "water", phosphoric acid, caffeine, citric acid, and
caramel color.
...
Monosodium glutamate, sodium caseinate, disodium phosphate, disodium inosinate, disodium guanylate, and
artificial color.
...
Wait, wait, wait...
YELLOW 5

Man 1: "Hello."
Me: "Goodbye!"

I'm just about to dive
into the deep end of a lawsuit with a brick tied to my knee.
Pepsi please don't sue me;
manufactured by indepentant bottlers under the authority of PEPSICO INC.,
purchased by
YOUR BIG FAT MAMMA!
'Cause I don't want no mo drama
no no no drama no no no no drama
I just wanna
Drool at her humps, her lumps,
her pusy, herpes bumps.
It's fucking disgusting, the things we do for money!
From the monotonous, mundane mutiny of the office world,
To the seductive, sleazy, STD filled, nudey pin-up girl.
"Good afternoon! This is Jennifer. How may I help you?
Our special today is whatever YOU think is nice!
Fuck me up the ass with a chainsaw, TWICE.
And while you're down there,
Go ahead and lick my bloody CUNT!
I'm sorry, was I too blunt?
I shouldn't let my real feelings show, huh?
That was extremely UNprofessional."
Fuckers. Oh, uh,
Don't forget to say the company name.
'Cause we're NOT all the same.
Ya gotta know how to play the game.
Or you'll end up with all the blame of our corporate downfall.
Suckers.
Jesus, fucking shoot me in the head 'n.
Drag me to fucking heaven.
'Cause this is not hip happenin'.
All these chemicals, all this greed,
Is not tip tappin' in
To the energy I need.
I wanna be freed! I wanna be seen!
I know I have it in me to plant the mustard seed.
But for now I've been belligerently stinged
By the queen bee of corporate society.
Spitting up poison draining down my sink.
I am constantly reminded not to think for myself,
Blink for myself.
I think to myself...

I am on the brink...
of loosing it
Don't give me more time.
I'm really bad at using it.
I'm much better at abusing it
And even down right confusing it.
So, if you want to get through to me,
Prove to me
Your gratuity.
I need support.
I need to court this anger.
It's consuming me and
spewing me all over the kitchen table.
And I'm biting my time
Nail by nail
Failure by failure
Eating away at my progression,
I strive for expression
Why?
I said, why am I constantly unable?