i used to get sick with solitude
i was always better in the multitude
but now i like it up here all alone in my ivory tower
hi-ho at the end of my rope
i watch it all through a telescope
i think i'd have a better chance to see the pope
i get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick
and all his high and mighty shit
well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch
i'm concentrating on the big laugh
you just acting like that damn old riff-raff
i don't want to have to see
what you got hiding in your body cavity
i'm so sick of your jersey rap
your slab rat white as a tic-tac
why don't you take a dirt nap
you make me laugh and i know who i'm laughing at
like your freedom of speech
saturdayin' pretty driving in the city
your boom is a distortion
the perfume and pretension
but there's still more coming
you said your name was what
what kind of a name is that
shooting past me on the turnpike
should have told you to take a hike
that i guess i kind of like
i guess you did give me a rush
yeah you gave me a thrill
i even had to take a pill
and your pattern yeah your method yeah
the way you deliver long and slow
the way you get your percussion going
and it's my turn to be blowing
who put this freak flag in the mail
why you sending me this pig tail
i got your post card saying
how it is in that pen your in
lot's of love from adrenaline
you got one dimension pure pretension
cross the river start to shiver
i told you one more word from you
about jersey and your dead
uh huh it might be too sweet