Here’s to your health We can generate wealth Here’s to your health We can eat from the same trough Hey Charlie! Here’s to our fame Rampant public acclaim Here’s to mutual fame Though I can’t quite grasp your social ranking in my status bubble Gonna buy myself a buffer Teach me to care I can only offer vacant stare So teach me to care Or i’m liable to start breaking seemingly arbitrary statutes As statues go: these are not acceptable I was born with few wounds This explains my patience for sick moons why i fear monks who tame runes But when a sigil seems hot to the touch of a chef Who’s devoted to the keeping of endangered prized icecubes: Boitano, I skate away I’ve yet to fear a deer But I always wield atomic spears So grannies: vault tears! And I’ll hand you a handkerchief engraved with the name of a rebel Who was ousted on the eve of his election: democratic, of course: bitch, pray! Soul comes second to nose I should know as I possess of perfect toes And I’ve seen all the latest wanted bikers pose And if a gear leads to last score, then I promise not much more Than one collector who implores: “Plucked pastor: spare my partner’s plates!” A collection you can share Bought with profits of a thrice-filmed dare Sheds of bootlegs to spare Follow me through the gravel while the scripts at once unravel And the dillettantes who dabble in force chew trails that make most mixers drag Dog wants it bone Or is it written in stone That dog gets no bone Even one storebought handheld arcane meatmade generic biscuit Gotta warn you, owner, bite is coming, bite is coming I’m a well-manned tank But let’s be perfectly frank Admit i’m a tank And i’ll spare you several no-need structurally damaging shellings Now we’re getting traction Do you mind that i’ve laughed at your tears That’s been us through the years Us and half the cast of “Cheers” Me: piss-drunk, and you: making subtle alterations to my inner grammar The beatings last a long time Long time coming Distant minions deftly drumming The promise of plumbing Wasting time on you sure is slumming but I must To establish vital trust; I like my vitamins and dust Can you give me a clue? Or are you as useless as your shoes? Keep in mind: it’s my right to choose I’m only doing what the genre dictates, and the script dare say, and the role demands Yes, I got intricate plans Do you think we’ll go far? Or are we crippled by your scars? Joshua: I love cars! And so I’m driving off all alone, you’re in a cave without a phone, you don’t deserve a dial tone Star 69! Ambitious like a king But you’ll never get to kiss my ring Nor I hear you sing I’ve got a court full of agency-sanctioned joy-juice-filled runway-purple-clad jesters Recognition of my stature! We’ll never get caught But i can see that you are shot Photographers not We can’t reduce you to binary data with inherent value and occupy bandwidth Carbon crystals in the cloud It will not be allowed What you want and what i vowed And so I enter my shroud I’m going to shower in shade while all my hits get made and my heart is dead but I get paid i got ebt today i just need face time with the star all my indie heroes hated being gay but they could eat red meat and own cars not every proven star needs to be the sun to yield acceptable box office stubs questions at night often occur me prefer he team: white sox or cubs? sports are a key key interest get your scorecards out i’m boning up on college drafts but when the word whitewater is mouthed to him does he think about impeachment or rafts? a crescent is the moon when he’s watching tv how the night spreads out like open hope with luck he’ll surely wire me five million bucks if i vow to wash my face with soap ON A DAILY BASIS yeah yeah on a daily basis uh uh yeah yeah yeah yeah! one fire-hot franchise simply not enough i’m thinking eight more: at least five he owned a cat once it perhaps since has died should i flaunt the fact that mine’s alive? it’s hard to get true dish from a fallacious screen the gossip goons spread church-gun myths and so should all of venezuela be privatized from the farmers to lunchladies to pimps let’s make them work for the comcast cartel these days free oil just is not enough (by a long shot) oh no.. by a long shot.. oh no. we’ve got to to have toil in addition to the oil.. we’ve got to have toil in addition to the oil.. toil without compensation… no no toil without compensation .. yeah yeah it cuts down on the overhead overhead overhead hispanic mothers must pull three tricks for expired marmalade they’re not fighting for bread so it’s not jay-z orphan rough but every mobile mammal likes a sensual treat now and again if you underwrite my wine cooler habit you’ll net street cred and for you: seemingly tough seemingly tough: tough luck! seemingly tough: tough luck! would you like to invest in a script on vascillating doubt about how in his later years hitler had his occasional off days i think we’ll have him played by john stossel, cuba g j or pink look into his or hers white black maybe moustachioed gaze and the jews’ll cry so we’ll win at least token awards bankable empathy, like celibate clergy that’s what all i’m about and we can hold our common breaths while the credits you paid for roll maroon 5: close our pic on out close our pic on out close our pic on out close our pic on out crumbling roman statues in the grey sad sky and now netflix viewers know why: pigeons as a whole entire species have chosen to attempt to die they’re breathing ash from crematoriums and drinking through their needle-thin veins from a river that will never be named after you unless you invent a cure for fabric stains and i’m not referring to welch’s white, i’m talking bout the tears of streep i’ve heard she absorbs most of her lsd through colored contacts that she obtains on the cheap so you killed every air-worthy pigeon and no body of water wants your name we gotta get to duplicating human dna while they look and act largely the same and i wont be happy till every christian gets cloned or forrest whitaker bakes me a fine pie oh forrest.. oh forrest.. despite my rampant love fountains i’m stumped.. i like the generic aspects to the sky but i hate making wishes like a swatter hates flies oh forrest.. oh forrest.. despite my rampant love fountains i’m stumped.. i need face time with a disney star’s fake twitter profile broad while we listen to aerosmith’s ‘pump’ — finally on CD! new version: janie’s almost done.. hey hey! janie’s crazy and widely shunned the toxic twins are my guiding light.. joseph tyler: you’re the one (duh) Hey dear friend: I can offer you my hand but Face time depends on chain of command Life in part is concessions to the scheme You do not function in the workings of my team I am a dog dependent on his leash and I can only bark cuz that’s what I got teached When you are homeless: charity is key I hope you get bread; I also hope that you get tea. Tea warms you up, tea warms you up Tea keeps you warm on those cold cold nights Tea warms you up, tea warms you up Tea keeps you warm on those cold cold nights “Hey, be nice! It’s been at least six days since I got my bowl of rice!” overcome your nightmares, and make safe friends with Fred and when you kiss his toothbrush, i’ll know you ain’t no red show me you not steppin’ when tribal takes its toll let go of south america and i’ll be blind when you do the stroll because a baby breast feeds, that’s why i’m fond of tits it’s time to talk to tollhouse ‘bout slicin’ up their grits i know your shit is sterile, but let’s pretend it’s got some punch soothsayers say it’s doable but they bow to blind barbara’s hunch i know you love lifesavers cuz has-beens work the line so please a pleasant craver: work wonders on their spine and when your peak is poppin’ it’s time to point to rot this shit is beyond stoppin’: call cops to get them shot the noble blue is buoyant, so celebrate the shield uranians don’t toy with; i know you’re still unpeeled give up the ghost of guthrie, or arlo might chomp stump to fake the threat of tough threes: collaborate in clumps [CHEERS THEME]