Williamsburg early 20's
Your old Mercedes sedan

It was a fever dream starring marzipan

In the Polish part of town

! they were all sort of clowns you lived with
I struggled to love your bland delight

Hank Williams and folk music had sort of changed me
Well I threw me in
to the deep end
And to be honest it felt like…
Rock and roll was gone
Like I had moved on…

To Roy Acuff and Chet Atkin's sacred arboretum
It was a rock and roll crematorium
And jazz was there too

In fact jazz had been there all along

I knew these no-playing motherfuckers
Were not brothers of mine

Nor were they sisters divine
No they were chat-room, AOL'ing
Truffle-shaving, eBay-scamming, freaks
With gear on the brain
I know it sounds insane
But these people got paid to play


I'm riding around wearing a frown

In a tripped up spaced out world
Well life underground

Well that's no longer found

In a post-modern
Infinitely lame-er world


New England's shit Terrance I love you
Your soothing yet unnerving voice
Well frankly Terrance

Makes me want to do the do with you
You know I saw those little elves with you
You touch me


Well we've come to the part of the song right now

Where I'm gonna fuck around

Go for broke like my boy Jim Pembroke

He inspired me to do a little something right here
A little song and dance
A little “take a chance”


I wanna know what is happening to the human psyche
That it would in fact desire less and less
Humanity


A green and gold marching band

Stood alone with a man named Flat Stan
With a plan
On a balmy summer's eve
Before bringing in the sheaves
They ripped his tawdry wizard sleeve
And his ADD met his OCD with his BPD
Ok blah blah blah

New England's shit Terrance I love you

Your soothing yet unnerving voice
Well frankly Terrance
Makes me wanna do the do with you
You know I saw the little elves with you