I wrote this for you, baby In a box, down the hall from my mind The pages are unclean with my love for you Swollowing me in the sea that is my conscience The sky burns with concrete visions of.. my... upstairs bungalow. Oh why does it return to haunt me?! What have I done to deserve these cotton-candy tortures?? As porcelin faces spit on my dreams, I sink into the lawn, And I am... A worm. But even worms love Jesus! The beans under the stairs are filthy and cold But their souls are ripe for the picking, Like children's teeth falling from the gaping maw Of a fantastic dust bunny, Dogs cry. As I wander through the halls of the California Institute for the slightly unsettled, On a vain quest to tickle my inner badger I am seduced by the chaotic ululations of the animal rage inside my belly! Roooooo! Roooo! Ow Ow Ow-oooooo! A toxic America nests in my heart Grimly frumping the rumbling dumbleberries! Oh, trud, trud, trud! Fram my pramblecrant you dungy bomble! And love me forever! Ohh through withered eyes, we see the skies All full of lies, till the days we dies! 'Cause the world looks FAT in that dress, And the fence has been left unpainted... Bust my rumpling dumpling darling! 'Cause I'm the one you've been waiting for For I have fallen in looove With a minion... of the GOBLIN QUEEN! Her flower cannon is fired from petals on her wrist And on Sundays her bones come out And pretend they are a real boy. And as I shamble through the Poka-Dot-Door, I find myself surrounded by strange creatures The noise blinds me! And the sight burns my nose! And then I stop... and I say... "Hey guys, it's a tree." "I am a beard."