Idle Chatter

Every minute people die and Every other minute people are born How did you spend that minute and What was your involvement in either or? There's secret wars Radioactive fallout Poison seeps in your pores So keep indoors I would give you more details But I really have to be on my way Go ahead and run With your CD player as your escape pod Your unfaithful god is your paycheck from your day job But life spits on your eyes Of you fleeing TV-land's compost heap Be the apex of chaos Have safe sex with stray dogs Until you age fully any skin cream Will turn a Cindi Lauper into a Cindy Crawford But won't tell you could be eaten alive At any city block or dive by mosberg Isn't self-pity awkward when your inner voice is a songbird Muffled in your beliefs are incomplete crossword puzzles And your self conscious aquifer's been drained to a water puddle I would love to sit and chat, but I got to be on my way Sorry I don't have the time to shoot the breeze or chew the fat or choose the fruits up in the trees and I lose track You want a bright future to be pitch black, so I got to be on my way I'm sorry there's no time allotted for your hijinks So you should be fly-swatted at least that's what I think Go ahead and spend but the dollar bill is nature's suicide note Seek refuge at late hours in the Mayflowers Like goin' from bottled cans and holograms to cities full of Robocops who bleed soda pop The good beauty and is why (??) love is a photo op and (??) is a coke rock Even the stars in the penthouse become sparse when I do another head count But it's a good day to die and I've been diggin' a ditch So I wave goodbye to what did exist With demoralizing the democratic demi-gods I get a pedagogue And dog fights all in my steady job its to break your fault line When its all dark and call a ball or strike in the ball park You forgot a small part, thereverend signed with the swine therapists in the asylum piss in the asylum You would be embarrassed if I died young Maybe because you felt that Meredith was a shy nun And you just took credit for which when she was high strung But you didn't know from terrorists she'd buy guns When you knew too much she threw you off the terrace when you tried to run Luckily a cypher full of whack MCs broke your fall Now you cherish the rise of the sun after that close call And cherish what I said most of all I would love to sit and chat but I've got to be on my way I'm sorry I don't have the time to shoot your breeze or chew the fat or choose the fruits up in the trees and I lose track I want a bright future to be pitch black so I've got to be on my way I'm sorry sir there's no time allotted, therefore I had to fly swat it I've got it, driver's fiber optic is really a fine tuned instrument In inseparable moments tween you and your loved ones Thugs come from far or near, all with their scars, then leave tears Comin' down their cheekbone, you seek the clones What about speak in the zone, that is unbelievable And California needa get a beach comb To find the edible tidbits and little bytes and gigabytes of information A megabyte a betcha byte a bigga bite when you come here But I'll stretch your life out in a long time sequence, long term Strong germ, that's what I am Analyzing every petri dish You know that I'm so secretive So just..shh shh.. keep in on the hush hush