This Is Me
My hair seems to be seized by the wind
But I must continue this trip never looking back
Whirl absorbed, water gives a sigh
Through's are reserved, water is darkening
Gray blow is my home
Nice weather was, is and will be today
Now I'll transpire, gray blow is my home
Still I am doomed to be in this walls of myself
They prevent my words
I fell in love with myself
Now Everybodys Me
My Many Smells
(Dead Milkmen)
Beelzabubba
Sometimes I smell like a barrel of rotting fruit
Stinking up the jungle under the hot tropical sun
Other times I smell like think black swamp water
That's backed up into your toilet on a warm summer day
These are a few of my many smells
Won't you come and smell me?
Won't you share my stench?
Won't you come and smell me?
Won't you share my stench?
Sometimes I smell just like the bathroom
After Grandma's used it and she's been eating prunes.
Other times I smell like a city garbage strike
When all the horseflies grow to three inches long
These are a few of my many smells
Won't you come and smell me?
Won't you share my stench?
Won't you come and smell me?
Won't you share my stench?
Sometimes I smell just like death itself
A sickening sweet smell, I could really make you ill.
Smell me
See me
Hear me
Touch me
Smell me
--
"Hush little baby don't say a word : "I woke up, can't wait to eat
And never mind that noise you heard : Got my cereal, boy I was beat
It just the beasts under your bed : Opened the fridge and to my dismay
In your closet in your head!!!" : There was no milk my mother will pay"