Keys to Ignition

Ayo Whimsy like smelling like a swimming pool

Or crates of old tennis balls

Or "Best friends forever!" to Christine from Jeneane and Paul

It's gonna be a wonderful summer

To start smoking cigarettes and hooking up with drummers

And lost identity

And starting to get a little thin

New habits seem fun

Until the monkey weighs a ton

Anyway, whimsy like I'm recently divorced

After purchasing my dream Saab

And matching blue Croc clogs

Did or you didn't keep hidden

Keys to ignition deep within you like it's this missing

Or clock ticking that's keeping your living

Tennis lobs on a beautiful clay court

Tight underwear for a little extra schlong support

Like no tour

Are dreamers destined to be poor?

A very creative mind

But sleeping on a cement floor

Loose schedule and always saying how I'm free

No checking account

Hallucinate like 3D

Hi, I'm important I will never be a corporate slave

I'm gonna find my mind in the motherfucking Incan maze

How's that for a great way to bounce back

Disgusting like trying to sleep and hearing the snap of rat traps

Or flying ants or ripping your best breaking pants

Or seeing your dream girl and realizing you haven't any chance

Just a dream like an instant trick rich scheme

Or when the refs not looking the wrestler gets double teamed

No fair like selling a broke frigidare

Or in the hood late night

With dyed neon green hair

What are you looking for?

Nobody really knows

You could be a bumb or a woman with a hundred rolls

Eat cakes

Don't stop eat snakes

Be quiet like the sound of falling dandruff makes

Whimsy like uncontrolled imagination

Never having days off

And always being way off

Blast off, like saying the wrong things on tape

Or haven't been seen for three years and coming back outta shape

With tall tales about Venice and eating steamed snails

Wrongfully jailed for boning neice of the Duke of Wales

Thus the weight gain

Insane in the left membrane

Agatha Christie tales of murders on a fancy train

Not the bus

And going to work in a rush

Walking on egg shells cause the boss doesn't like you much

No stamp like the .anticon black ant

And having bad luck turning seeds to psychoactive plants

Nothing's changed, everything just stayed the same

"Do you feel anything?" "Nope, just lung pains"

Business

It can rule you or you can have none

And on the bus with other Americans that weigh a ton

And fireman come

And cut down walls

And Dr. Phil marches in and gives them all workout balls

And a motivational speech for the ages

Meanwhile enslaved children sleep in cages

And make dresses

Peep the whimsy necklace

I felt kinda outta place when I chilled in Texas

Did or you didn't keep hidden

Keys to ignition deep within you like it's this missing

Or clock ticking that's keeping your living