Conch

Oh yeah, my head feels like it's about to split
Seeing my shrink biweekly, she says it's just nervousness
Lack of sleep don't got nothing to do with the way I piss
Mother's so worried, said she don't like seeing me like this

Oh my, spend my life depending on scripts
Kids at school ignore me, say they don't like atheists
Guess I ain't complaining, 'cause I ain't desired to speak to them since
I don't got time for heaven with a bounty on my head

Oh yeah, it's time
I've been dragged a long way home for this
All will be well on the western front
That's where I'm headed, to enlightenment

Oh yeah, it's time
I've been dragged a long way home for this
All will be well on the western front
That's where I'm headed, to enlightenment

Oh, I decided I don't believe in love and I never did
Even that time we threw our clothes to the side
And jumped into that pond behind your house
You clung to me for warmth while I was too busy

Thinking about the grimy feeling between my toes
Grimy feeling, grimy feeling between my toes
Grimy feeling, grimy feeling between my toes
Grimy feeling, grimy feeling between my toes

You clung to me for warmth!
You clung to me for warmth!
You clung to me for warmth!
You clung to me for warmth!