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