one two three four five
six seven eight nine and ten
eleven and twelve

I learned something new
my gramps fell asleep smoking
beards are flammable

ha ha you drunk ass
fell asleep with your head in
the toilet again

I touched a moonbeam
I found in the morning dew
It smelled real funny

I left chocolate
On the microwave oven
And it all melted

Little lights twinkle
Like the lights of aeroplanes
Landing at Heathrow

It''s on nights like this
That I like to wear my pants
And that''s about it

bust yo fool head in
you diss my ma, you steppin?
I pump the lead in

my brother got sick
he ate green olives. they were
supposed to be black

can anybody
understand the singer from
deftones? hell, not me!

I did it again
clicked ''enter'' way too early
give me some money

I''m scared to think it -
My father comes tomorrow with
his wife. Don''t like me.

Open mouthed Plastic fish eyes silently stare atme unnervingly

Light purple flowers
decompose on top
my gravebelow cries sad tears

I''m sad now. They went
out without me because I
had to work. Life sucks.

I sit at work, staring
at my big computer screen
no one needs me now

The little bird chirps,
She falls out of her small nest,
She is not quite right.

answer the riddle:
I met jenny, broke her neck
and I drank her dry

dammit, clicked send fast
sent a big slice of nothing.
here: useless last line

Lisa G and Lynn
Monica likes them also
It''s Tarzan''s play things

Don`t know what I want
And don''t know where to get it
Which is damned awkward

Miniature tripod
Standing on my desk like a
Small thing with three legs

Silicone sealant
Trodden into the carpet
Now it`s waterprrof

Will a tree ever
Grow tall enough to reach space?
Hm, I don`t think so

Will a tree ever
Grow tall enough to reach space?
Hm, I don

Sunlight filtering
Through the forest canopy
Sounds like butterflies

No fresh fruit for days
But plenty of fresh pizza
So no problems there

Cords from dressing gowns
Autoasphyxiation
Makes you think, don`t it?

I work for Alcan
My plans are forever foiled
Even when they''re not

I''ve been smearing oil
Over all my surfaces
It''s theraputic

screaming, burning hair
in my mind''s eye they''re naked

You! Scratching your arse
by the photobooth. One day,
son, your prints will come.

Who`s that private dick?
Sex machine to all the chicks.
Yep. It`s my grandpa.

Dot co dot uk,
Dot net dot org dot
They''re all made of pants.

Afternoons like this
are for procrastinating.
Pass the Vaseline.

Sky-blue candy floss.
Whoever heard of such things?
I must get out more.

Will I ne`er be free?
No no, Mr Bluebottle,
windows are like that.

Answering machines
always foiling all my plans.
Blip blip blip blip beeeeeeep

pyromaniacs
engaging in backburning
bushfires on the hill

I drank the ocean
Now I''m bigger than Brando
I need some more room

What is the reason
For you my funky werewolf
Have I gone too far?

bugs and teen-agers,
an annoying symmetry.
bazookas for sure.

big roaches that clank
lumber through my apartment
i need bazookas

teen-agers annoy
me and rap makes no sense at all
i''ve become my dad

recycled passion
dreamer''s dreams left to the way side
still searching for pearls

you boasting buffoon
stop talking math or i''ll scream
boring is not smart

you boasting buffoon
stop talking math or i''ll scream
boring is not smart

he bought me dinner
i drank too much jack daniels
he did not kiss me