Exaggerated Joy

(Radioinactive)

For the people who know

Deeper than hundreds-of-thousands of debt

Your couch is now wet

Here is the washcloth to wipe yourself dry

Laundering money in Laundromats

Here is detergent

Bearded Arab surgeons

Passing out cough drops

Like asking a Sasquatch to taste your Gazpacho

That's a nice watch bro

Bought it from Costco

God

I like pasta

God is a monster

Monsters are modern

Inventions forgotten

Potatoes-au-gratin

Cradle your thoughts in a stable of oxen

Thick ankles for socks and

I’ll strangle your dachshund with a Subaru Walkman

(Busdriver)

Save the little boy genius

From his self-employed zenith

But at the time I'm having car trouble

Do you have a monkey wrench

Or some money to invest

For my Mars shuttle?

I’m supposed to be reading palms

And doing tarot-card shuffles in rainfall

I’m a licensed practitioner

Correcting brain flaws

With this gas-powered chain saw

Wearing a reclaimed shawl

Are you ready to lose your virginity?

(Radioinactive) X 2

For those of us who learn to slide by on the minimum

Giving out the answers but won't discuss curriculum

Find yourself a pen-pal correspondence and go visit ‘em

Sitting on your laurels or your haunches like a businessman

(Busdriver)

I’m the protestor of the oil-slick blunder

Whose gold scepter is his toilet plunger

Save the endangered fuzzy animals from the pale-faced warmongers

Who just happened to be your forefathers

Invite us and the conspiracy theorists and furry feminists to family dinners with the grand wizards

Do not call your daddy

Dad

If he cuts your long hair and bong air with hand scissors

You’re his color copy

Do not call your mother

Mommy or your mother

Mom

If you can not tell the difference between a plate of food and a cluster bomb

This a healthy exercise in recreational paranoia

(Radioinactive)

I’m in the follow van

I am the hollow man

You can not see me and

Like this graffiti can

I can’t be shaken

Look

This seat here is taken

So put some moleskin on your bunions and corns

Whether or not The Weather's running these storms

Out of the tri-county area

In a Sea Harrier

Hover when I land

And the government has planned

For a satellite

To control the patterns of The Weather

Just a sheepherder

Who controls the government with a catalytic converter

Connected to my ipod

Connected to the G4

That's loaded with 100 pounds of C4 explosive

I know exactly where your folks live

If you wanna know Radioinactive

But you oughta know

Exactly where you're headed

I said it once

I’ll say it again

I’m in the follow van

I am the hollow man

You can not see me and