In the fine art of dog play
Below the waist has its own set of values
Special messages revealed by babies, dogs and drunks
Always attempting to see what’s besides, behind, and beyond
Spontaneous messages of irrational knowledge
Delusions are usually necessary to get through life

In the fine art of dog play
Below the waist has its own set of values
Special messages revealed by babies, dogs and drunks
Always attempting to see what’s besides, behind, and beyond 

Below the waist has its own set of values
Spontaneous messages of irrational knowledge  
Always attempting to see what’s besides, behind, and beyond
Delusions are usually necessary to get through life 

Spontaneous messages of irrational knowledge 
Special messages revealed by babies, dogs and drunks 
Delusions are usually necessary to get through life
In the fine art of dog play

I like to make things that hold your attention for awhile
Turbulent romanticism wears like a little black dress in a hurricane
A sense of absurdity, improvised and genuine 
That surrealistic pose confronting the vicissitudes of some damn thing
Frenetic breathing of passion and caprice
Multiple possibilities for self-differentiation

I like to make things that hold your attention for awhile
Turbulent romanticism wears like a little black dress in a hurricane
A sense of absurdity, improvised and genuine
That surrealistic pose confronting the vicissitudes of some damn thing  

Turbulent romanticism wears like a little black dress in a hurricane
Frenetic breathing of passion and caprice
That surrealistic pose confronting the vicissitudes of some damn thing 
Multiple possibilities for self-differentiation 

Frenetic breathing of passion and caprice 
A sense of absurdity, improvised and genuine
Multiple possibilities for self-differentiation 
I like to make things that hold your attention for awhile. 

My mind is a pocketful of loose change
Dirt in the fuel line, cabbage growing in my ears
What is freedom and to whom does it belong?
I don’t trust my skills wrangling unrelated stimuli,
Emancipating myself from the flypaper of bogus philosophies
Yet at the gas station of love I get the self-service pump

My mind is a pocketful of loose change
Dirt in the fuel line, cabbage growing in my ears
What is freedom and to whom does it belong?
I don’t trust my skills wrangling unrelated stimuli,

Dirt in the fuel line, cabbage growing in my ears
Emancipating myself from the flypaper of bogus philosophies  
I don’t trust my skills wrangling unrelated stimuli,
Yet at the gas station of love I get the self-service pump

Emancipating myself from the flypaper of bogus philosophies
What is freedom and to whom does it belong?
Yet at the gas station of love I get the self-service pump
My mind is a pocketful of loose change

Garbage in, garbage out - Common knowledge
If you push something hard enough, it will fall over — Fudd's First Law of Opposition 
It’s like having bees live in your head
So many variables creating a chaotic, indecipherable mess
Sometimes I amaze myself, and other times I can’t remember what day it is
In a cow pasture watch where you step.


Garbage in, garbage out - Common knowledge
If you push something hard enough, it will fall over — Fudd's First Law of Opposition 
It’s like having bees live in your head
So many variables creating a chaotic, indecipherable mess.  

If you push something hard enough, it will fall over — Fudd's First Law of Opposition
Sometimes I amaze myself, and other times I can’t remember what day it is  
So many variables creating a chaotic, indecipherable mess 
In a cow pasture watch where you step 

Sometimes I amaze myself, and other times I can’t remember what day it is 
It’s like having bees live in your head 
In a cow pasture watch where you step 
Garbage in, garbage out - Common knowledge

Investigation of the utterly inscrutable 
Her arms were full of sapphires of the moment
Aren’t reasons what we manufacture?
Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence
You see, thoughts create the illusion that you’re in the driver’s seat
From dreams emerge the intimacies of our being

Investigation of the utterly inscrutable 
Her arms were full of sapphires of the moment
Aren’t reasons what we manufacture?
Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence

Her arms were full of sapphires of the moment
You see, thoughts create the illusion that you’re in the driver’s seat
Creativity is the greatest rebellion in existence 
From dreams emerge the intimacies of our being

You see, thoughts create the illusion that you’re in the driver’s seat
Aren’t reasons what we manufacture? 
From dreams emerge the intimacies of our being
Investigation of the utterly inscrutable 

Different orders of reality disturb dreams
Spirit animals take hallucinatory form
They needle and taunt like ancestral phantoms
I deny ownership
Too monstrous, this mood of misplaced energy
Karmic theatre of a mislead self

Different orders of reality disturb dreams  
Spirit animals take hallucinatory form
They needle and taunt like ancestral phantoms 
I deny ownership 

Spirit animals take hallucinatory form
Too monstrous, this mood of misplaced energy  
I deny ownership
Karmic theatre of a mislead self

Too monstrous, this mood of misplaced energy
They needle and taunt like ancestral phantoms
Karmic theatre of a mislead self
Different orders of reality disturb dreams