Wipeout

I don't know what it's meant to mean

If it doesn't sound real

Or if it's just what it seems

I don't remember, I forgot what I said

But don't let it go to your head

And don't hold me it's just the sound that I make

And what do you care what I say anyway

Unless you choose to hear me confuse

I guess I got nothin' to lose

No one's really complaining

About the pouring rain

Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends

And they all look so happy our pissed-off friends

The sound is totally fake

It's kind of like the noise that a cow makes:

Stupid, no more than stupid, so dumb I ought to be beaten

Should be cooked and then be eaten - chewed right down

Planted like corn in the ground

To be fed to the hogs...

No one's really complaining

About the pouring rain

Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends

And they all seem so happy our pissed-off friends

Like a wipeout I hit my face

Right down like a turtle by the fireplace

Glass eyes starin' to the rear

On the table is a baby with five ears

And the baby's has plans to an airplane

The product of his big fat brain

And out in the bushes he hears

A small voice ringing in his extra ears

Like a wipeout I hit my face

Right down like a turtle by the fireplace

Glass eyes starin' to the rear

On the table is a baby with five ears

And the baby's has plans to an airplane

The product of his big fat brain

And out in the bushes he hears

A small voice ringing

No one's really complaining

About the pouring rain

There's no sense in explaining

All the sense has been drained

Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends

And they all look so happy our pissed-off friends

Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends

And they all look so happy our pissed-off friends