I'll gladly keep the rope off my neck if it means I get another giggle
This glock will stay in the shoe box if you have a decent joke
The pills will stay in the bottle if my laughs get my beer belly to jiggle
Why traumatize the train conducter if I get a god sent smoke
40 reasons not to die
2 grams of hazy happiness
I'm busy looking at the sky
And soaking  in the emptiness

If the green of trees is here for me then why should I be sad?
If I never get to live a dream of all of those I've had
I get to see the sky ahead merging with the sand
So I guess I know the path to come can't really be so bad

The wonger wolves were wise
No match for my marble maracas
Sure they stood still as a sting snake
Quit stalling I have one question
Can a catacolumn create craterflies?
And as all amazing dreams do
It faded as I jumped into my consciousness

Celery sticks

Long trips totally call for trail mix
But I'll take those tater tots and trix
Too bad the TV is back in Amcher town
Bagged burritos aren't my thing
But those brownies bring a zing
Chocolate covered Double dipped deep fried sugar glazed gooey ooey cheesy crust cut off with chips on the side and an extra large party family size bucket of bubble packed extra half and half double shot caramel frappucola
And then the main course

Terrorizing twists and turns
Sickness in my stomach stirs
Hands massaging  heads that hurt
The scream of every nuestion burns
Head in hell and hell is low
Hopes are high it goes to show
I know the the things I'll never know

A warm day in Amcher
On the sweet and sunny side of the world
Still people find a way to be sad
The wonderful walls stay warm
Still it seems they slide closer and closer
All is well when I wait with my fuzzywuz
Until the nuestions came and took it