Freak Flag

[Verse 1] I'm not a fan of Sinatra I busted out the waiting room With a glance at the doctor They caught me at the ocean Holding hands with a lobster Other hand full of vodka Rubber bands in my pants So I can dance in the aqua ('Gotta dance' is the mantra) Aqua Man is a monster Both the cops and the robbers Are dropping tabs on the pasta So don't eat the tortellini It's pork and bean-y It needs a little pepper And seventy-four zucchinis I'm more than peachy So you can grab a fork and eat me And my organs weekly Since I'm becoming bored and sleepy (I'd rather be in orbit spinning) Uncork the Henny Its almost four o' clock And I'm ready for Mork and Mindy The show is very orphan friendly I need the comfort To feed the hunger Because there's strength and speed and numbers (So heed the thunder) And watch the lightning cause it's frightening And so exciting when you see the light before the striking [Hook] This is for the bums Tuberculosis victims with the water on their lungs This is for the punks This is for the meek This is for the geniuses that don't know how to speak This is for the lame This is for the herbs Social lubrication in the handiness of words This is for the small This is for the weird People who know better than to follow what they hear This is for your fears [Verse 2] My poetry is kept where I'm socially inept And so the fingernail of small talk is pokin' me to death I'm supposed to be an extrovert, but I've observed That I prefer to hide behind having a lack of nerve He's sort of an attractive turd, a taller midget But walked with his head tall so he got all the digits He never had the gall to talk of his appalling visions He saw the laws of physics twisted when he closed his eyes And so he tried to teach himself to vocalize What his open mind told him to write in them broken lines Unorganized quantum physics, language banging leaps Awkward angles reached danger, sprinkled in his tangled speech Son of a preacher man dancing like Peter Pan Sucking on a thermometer to see where my fever lands Should I call the doctor or just dial the reefer man Either plan's decent, I just wish to breathe again [Hook] This is for the bums Tuberculosis victims with the water on their lungs This is for the punks This is for the meek This is for the geniuses that don't know how to speak This is for the lame This is for the herbs Social lubrication in the handiness of words This is for the small This is for the weird People who know better than to follow what they hear This is for your fears