This is not a rebel song This is...the rebel song It's another Thursday night And I sit without you I could really care less Cause you took away my music (chorus) I say bye bye to you Bye by to you With your especially special specials And your drawn out dramas With kids with explosive heads And all the real people With real problems yippee (chorus) You took away my music Fooled around and ruined everything But the kids all stare at what's cool I remember

(chorus) Yo wea yo wea yah To do that which we really Hate things which we sincerely Doth thou think we merely Never seem so dearly So you can blah...blah...blah Eeee...don't ask she Think about me around a tree I doubt you'll want me dead Then they rectimy secure You shall extricate Whatever say those things The little hummingbirds (chorus) So you can stop...stop...stop Yeow...don't ask thee To be the one I doubt you'll want me red 'Cause my other name is Daisy Blade Concise to my point (chorus)

Sickle fender blunder bender (chorus) Trek among and within the joint Compress throughout the manage point Collide within the second day And all will cheer Ho Jay Ho Jay When you found the end of time And told me where the light switch hides I grew to where I turn you off With them and thumb The nose of righteousness I hate the way we've come Through the dark and bright and sunny I know we haven't got your money Don't you know that I am funny (chorus) Sickle fender blunder bender (chorus) Who needs you, who needs blue? Wait, I don need blue

My head implodes My insides rotate Whenever I think about it It makes me sick From when the moon comes up 'Till when the sun sets It makes me sick Whenever I think about it And I try O yea I try To think about happy, medicated thoughts But they always take me back Why can I not forget about them I just want to be free for a while But whenever I think about it It makes me sick It makes me sick sick sick O so very sick I can't concentrate I can't hide away I'm really sick

This house has no mirrors Only windows And there's a library book Without pages That everyone rents to read To read forever and there are plenty of animals For everyone to share And pet and love And poke and kill And there are many jokes I know An especially funny one I don't know And there are these things called computers Magic devices that can connect you to pornos As I have heard It's the only use

Why does everybody look at me When I explain what gods we be ...As if they don't know what they've always seen ...They're denying that they have been free That will never, ever, ever be me I swear that it's only me Won't you swear that it's only you You continue to do What the children say is true ...What your mother told you to ...And you sit down in your pew Why doesn't everybody look at you

It's time to take out the trash Why can't I take out the trash My trash, your trash, all the peoples' trash Why won't you let me take out your trash It' all I want to do I want to take out the trash I want to take out the trash Trashin, trashin, trashin, trashin Trashin, trashin around and around

Cat got crushed in the chair Cat got crushed in the chair Cat got crushed in the chair Where did the cat come from Where did the cat come from The cat got crushed in the chair The cat got crushed in the chair Her tail, feet, and hair; Her tail, feet, and hair The cat got crushed in the chair Cat got crushed in the chair

Ahh hah hah hah We are now the repetitive ones Repetitive as in repeating Repeating as in like repetitive Repetitive as in the newest bestest cliche Cliche as in (chorus) Repeat, repeat, we like to repeat Everyone likes to repeat Yeah, everyone likes to repeat Because it has already been done Just hang around cause Everything will be okay Everything will turn out alright Everything will be okay Everything will turn out alright You just have to give it time

I spent a dollar On last month's rent I spent my money On my last Christmas (chorus) I swear I spent it wisely And there are friends to back me On my last set of cents I spent a dollar And a silly boy kicked my ass And a small woman swatted me With a lead pipe Cinch I spent my money on a sweet Bar of chocolate And it spit in my face (chorus)

Two leprechauns rise from the grave To seek revenge on their brother An animated lawn chair in the basement Who was always a jerk My advice to you My advice to you Is to stop thinking about everything that is real Printed out your story Read it once Send it through the shredder And it begins again My advice to you My advice to you Stop thinking about stuff that is real Just stop thinking

Tiny speckle of glimmering light Just a member of the endless plight Yet so obscure, as to be alone, Without the rigidity of spine and bone Endless members of an infinite society Where you are alone, but part of many Only to have your highest impact While not conforming to decorum or tact Coarse and malformed or uneven in disguise A product of nature, and nature is sly Who offers no purpose which you're to live for Until mankind comes along and you're a pane in the door Roughness and softness are ever simplistic Fine grains have no say in comfort of tunic Upon the skin of the weary traveler Who was unavoidably an innocent sand particle worshiper One does flow where the dune does go And sinks as the time that it does show But there is none to say that you'll blow that way for logic and nature explain the tendency not to stay More than denying "many being one" You are the opposite of civilization

Hegh, hegh, hegh, hegh I heard about this They've got you running To the where At the near end At the near end To the where I heard about this What it is Hegh, hegh, hegh, hegh They've got you running From the nothing To the shy At the broadside At the broadside The shy