They say your domestic influence
Has a worrisome effect on me
That I've lost my edge
And my priorities have shifted
Towards raising a family
Instead of carousing with the gang
Like a performing flea
Oh, how little they know
Decomposed bodies will surface
Only to show regrets...

A cozy home in the country
Is where we shall be
Away from the city
The decadence and ignorant frivolity
You can have the paparazzi's attention
Lord knows, you have a hard on
For that empty insanity
I just want to be with my lady
Hope you understand
But in the chance that you don't
My sympathies on leaving a beautiful corpse.

If you're living through hell
Logic dictates you long to be in heaven
Perhaps, I'm assuming...
There's plenty of narcissistic fools
Who expect different results
But its NOT my fault
I didn't blame humanity
For idiotically indulging
For waking up in piss and puke
Cause it was so "cool"
And if waking up remembering
What I did the night before
Makes me normal and unaffected
I reject your notion
Of jumping into an ocean
Without an anchor
Or a life raft
It's all part of getting older
...I guess.

P-July 15, 2007/Bowling Green