Slammin' Into Jupiter

Slammin' into Jupiter
Or something even stupider,
Heard they're gonna name the new star, Lucifer.

As I'm fuckin' my baby on the roof,
Wonderin' how long it takes for light to travel...
From Jupiter to here.

8 minutes? 18 minutes?
I don't know.
She tells me I should just let it go.

Think it's got something to do with the time zone in Egypt.

As we enter the millenium, I pray that I'm ripped.

If we could both come together on cue,
It'd make a helluva show.

I hear Jupiter's a big fucken planet.
I hear it's a lot of plutonium, supposedly.

It's fashionable for people to make fun...
When you say "conspiracy."

Guess we'll have to wait and see.
One of us is right...either me or she.

Creating a new star...
Just to see how stupid all the people are.
Y2K and poor old Jupiter, what can I say?

I can only pray I'm ripped and getting laid...
By my baby that day.

Yeah, I think it's got something to do with the time zone in Egypt.

As we enter the millenium, I pray that I'm ripped.

If we could both come together on cue,
It'd make a helluva show; but I don't know.

Either way if I'm getting laid, I won't feel gyped.

Slammin' into Jupiter...
Or something even stupider,
Heard they're gonna name the new star, Lucifer.

As I'm fuckin' my baby on the roof, wonderin' how long...
It takes for light to travel from Jupiter to here?

8 minutes? 18 minutes?
I don't know.
Sure wish I could just let it go.

pipe dreams

Of all the times for things to be familiar and stupid.
This dumbness just might bore me to death.
I keep having the same dream in which I'm significantly drunk & stoned.
And God's smoking crystal meth.

Kinda like the fog rollin' into San Francisco.
I stare at God starin' down the pipe.
I'm busy praying for a better day, and I'm...
Trying not to believe the hype.
















No bitches and broke. Reality.
You know it's getting on my nerves, too.
Makes me kinda wanna bust heads when I'm asleep or awake.
And, I'm sure it's not the appropriate thing to do.

But, I could use a useful dream sometime.
And maybe a couple of lucky breaks in reality.
Being a sorry dog dying of "nice guy syndrome."
I'm having a little trouble with the duality.

mind unturns

Up like a 7
Comin' back from heaven
Singin' damned if I do...or if I don't.

Rather talk to Russians in the evening
Than listen to Rush in the morning
I've got my Sprite,...I've got my Orange Crush.

Can't believe the trees' leaves have all left
And that left is right is wrong...
Still wonderin' where what I never had went.

I've spent the last hour trying to wake up
Hearing half the words to this song, I try to make up....
The rest, as I pray my mind unturns from mush.