Pissy Transmissions

[Verse 1]

How are things for you?

I been writing pretty lyrics

But missing someone to sing 'em to

Have the people you've been meeting been affable?

I've been faxing you messages

Errors syntactical

If there's an actual opening in your space time

Erase my voicemail messages from your dateline

I taped mine under a false pretense

A temporary lapse in cunning and lost street sense

In the spring and summer

It's all peaches

Now a full court press

But I'm running the wrong defense

Grief stricken

Cause she's Witches of Eastwickin'

My cauldron's cold

Cause the heat's missing

Hope your pretty kitty keeps on pissing on all your documents

Your kitchen smells of Polish sausages

We're polar opposites

A known common sense

I've recently grown cognizant of:

There's no point in polishing mud

[Hook]

In the state of conflict, the refs will have quirks

The ushers have flashlights, and I got works

For the ways that you treat me with all and stalls

And the things said discretely

Let it go on, let it go on

Lurch like a world spinning off its axis

Cause the cat pissed on your faxes

Sharpen up the axes

We'll teach that kitty to piss on important transmissions

[Verse 2]

I'm done with ass kissing

Starting it was the hard part

You're like a magician

Fingers quick as a card shark

I been a fan since then

Loaning you an enlarged heart

I sent you transmissions

You were thinking of car parts

Bought you an aardvark instead of an anteater

And you pleasure yourself with electrical ass tweezers

That's either a sadness or a sickness

Giving a whole new meaning to being on her "shit list"

I've been rescued

Like Jews on Schindler's

I'm still representing for the coupon spenders

I hear your new dude has a Yukon with spinners

I got some fresh fruit and a new Braun blender

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]

I could never be a simple brother

Cause the world ain't black and white

Some of this shit's magenta colored

There's different other shades of periwinkle

When Mary tinkles

It resembles berry sprinkles

A crotchety thin old hairy wrinkled man

Carries tingles

Not to mention dingleberries

How long has it been since there were people caring?

An old monument cinched on uneven bearings

Directing filthy poetry at his three canaries

He finds Jesus very comforting in his old age

Just left church

Cussin' at people

Road rage