I feel like a piece of shit (a bunch of times, ad nauseam)

I feel low down
so down
I feel low down
oh yeah
I'm feeling down
I'm feeling down
I feel low down
I feel so low down
well, I went to the store
and I bought some..............coffee

well there ain't nobody left to impress
and everyone's kissing their own hands
this 666 on the kitchen floor
ain't no fire in the pan
I get lonesome...

so glad to be a slab
stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
piled in the corner
I get lonesome...

getting fat on your own fear
bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
just to make a sound
I get lonesome...

from these shores where we belong
I have seen the the land beyond
where the Lord is strange and strong
I have seen the the land beyond
there's no telling who'll be dead
when the pale horse is turning red
and the tongues will burn in vain
and everything will feel the same
there's no patience there's no peace
I have seen the land beyond
where the gravestones never cease
I have seen the the land beyond
through the troubles of years
the heavenly apparition appears
and we're haunted by our own minds
and the spirit comes(?) in the skies (with no eyes)
from these shores where we belong
I have seen the the land beyond
I'll be there and I'll be gone
I have seen the the land beyond

(spoken: This is sort of a...a...I got these chords from Bob Seger...it's kind 
of a heartland feeling...sort of approving...)

When all is said and done
wanna clip my toenails down, down, down, down, down
and put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags
and take them down
down to the town
in a Monte Carlo
with Stevie Nicks
the interior, white leather
and you're the last thing on my list
but you're the first thing I'm gonna remember
when I wake up
it's all gonna come to be
the same bad video for twenty years
it's all gonna come to be
optimistic xerox of yourself
it's easier when you're self-made
you can pack it up and put it on the highway
you can fill up the air with bad breath
'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted
and filtered back into the system
and packaged up
and the space age is running out of distance
it can leap out
and disconnect all the connections
program the appliances to puke on the floor
it's all gonna come to be
self-indulgent
yeah, it's all gonna come to be
the same old noise you never wanted to see
Mexican speed-metals, things
casserole fruit salad hairgel
self-inflicted life-affirming hell
is that slack?
is that crack?
are those dogs or are those dogmas?
are those clogs or platform shoes
on your feet
take your Johnny Cashmachine
and your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night
like a plane crash
survivors comin', pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam
and the love that is breathin'
is the love that is spraypainting
vandalizing everything you own
'cause it's all gonna come to be
the same bad scene for 20 years
yeah, it's all gonna come to be
optimistic xerox of yourself
predictions of debilitating health
whining all night long
whining and dining
climbing into the rafters
shredding your afro
taking karate lessons
sucking in the bandages 

Fly like the eagle
Fly like the eagle
Fly...

Squeegee

Ah, you got it

When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
You get whipflash under the bridge
Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin
Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me
Clean my boots and I'm still feelin' homeless
Your brother is deader than a phone machine
With a bucket of green piss
And I'm tryin' not to look at Satan making love to a dishrag
So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town
Do me a favor -- don't stick around
'Cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown

Let's be doin' it right

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Steppin' in the beefsteak
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the mayonnaise comes
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Black Twinkie

Gettin' all caught up in a taste test
An' it all basically tastes like crap
I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin
I can pick my own nose and put it back in
I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
Smoke a pack of whiskey with Jesus Christ

I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous
And the sweat is Day-Glo
Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom
Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain
Gettin' sappy in the back of a train
Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space
Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase
And your mouth, it smells like hair gel
I love you but you don't know how to spell
Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes
And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial

O.G. -- original glue-sniffer

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
As you're biting my sandwich
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Smear me sauce [?]
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
[???] donut [?]

Uh, wait...

Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]

[The following four lines are spoken at various times over the
above:] 
Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (?)
[Backwards:] [???] up your ass
[Backwards:] [???] hot dog

It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce
Smeared across your boss
You know what I'm sayin'?
You dunno when it's comin'
You know, it's like forty-five horses
Runnin' through the graveyard
In yellow panties
That is cold fashion

well it's all in your mind
well it's all in your mind
it's all in your mind
well it's all in your mind

and I wanted to be
and I wanted to be
your good friend

well I cannot believe
you got a devil up your sleeve
and he's talking to me
and I cannot believe

and I wanted to be
and I wanted to be
your good friend

well you're all scared and stiff
a sick stolen gift
and the people you're with
they're all scared and stiff
and I wanted to be
and I wanted to be
your good friend

(insert various variations of lead-in B.S., for example: 
"I was walking down Glendale Blvd. one night. Someone 
was playing 'I Wanna Sex You Up' out of their Volvo, and 
that's when I met her: Debra.....)

[spoken] ...just chill....

I met you at J.C. Penney
I think your nametag it said Jenny  
I cold step to you
with a fresh pack of gum
somehow I knew 
that you were lookin for some
like a fruit that's ripe for the pickin
I wanna do ya like that Zankou chicken
'cause you got a thing 
that I'm tryin to get with
that I'm tryin to get with 
only you..

I wanna get with you
Only you
And your sister, Debra      [x2]        

I picked you up late at night after work
baby, step into my Hyundai
I said gonna take you out to Glendale
mmmmmm gonna take you out 
for a real good meal
our eyes did meet, you know I was packin in
ain't no time wastin no time
gettin to know, know each other 
'cause you got a thing that I'm tryin to get with
that I'm tryin to get with
only you

I wanna get with you
Only you
And your sister, Debra [x2]

[spoken]
girl, I only wanna play with you
I only wanna get with you
and your sister....Debra
Debra?--I think that was her name

I wanna get with you
I'm gonna take you up to Glendale
I'm gonna take you,
take you for a real good meal
And when our eyes did meet
you knew I was packin heat
'cause there ain't no use in wastin no time 
gettin to know each other

I wanna get with you
only you
and your sister, Debra [x2]

(girl, I wanna hose you off)

...nobody has to know
we'll keep it on the down-low
no use in wastin no time
tryin to get to know each other
ow ow ow ow, etc.