This Is Not Hell Testo

If this is hell well that's fine with me All the wonder presumable happily Eager to follow the fool that's got into The head of me we don't have any doubt We're out there making friends Unconsciously rolling through Meanings from pollings The answers are meaner sometimes Than the meanings to our ends So this is hell What else could it be Bask of glories of glorified stories Of a basket case who just Broken himself from the weave We are just not making sense Who really cares just how we feel Infantile ramblings of pennies gamblings A fist full of hands swinging clubs At our new baby zeal Yeah right You think this is hell Would you care to bet Capture the beauty of domestic duty The hampers are full and our Laundry's perpetually wet Think about traveling south Find the right something You must have left Endless the road Wish your past to explode Actions remain base But intentions in the treble clef Yeah right This is not hell This is purgatory Caught here in limbo I.Q. of a dim bulb How many gods does it take to screw in the likes of me You'd think one day I might learn Stare in the light and you cannot see I've opened my doors of perception And can't get them shut Now I feel fucked for free Everyday yeah I feel fucked for free Everyday yeah I feel fucked for free Everyday we're all fucked I left my brain inside my other head You can't impress me don't depress me Don't suppress just undressed I left my brain inside my other head The teachers test me my father blessed me The pigs arrest me I get upset I left my brain inside my other head You can't impress me don't depress me Don't suppress just undressed The teachers test me my father blessed me The pigs arrest me I get upset