There is a point in everyone's lives Where they wake up screaming To discover they haven't been sleeping And then they go to sleep And can't wake up
God's humor is a punchline Of straight faced barbarians In the shapes of a funnel cloud That coughs up battle hymns Like pieces of tuberculosis
Love is chemical reactions That bounce off the walls of your brain Like children playing pong That will lose their virginity to each other He died when she left
Women are works of art That are made of the bruises of an apple And the sweet parts are cut out Like the passages in the Bible That the priest won't read on Sundays
Who's afraid of Charlie Darwin? Was on the sidewalk in chalk And every pedestrian walked by And walked into a war zone While a mutt licked the words disappeared