This Is Not Hell - jimmie's chicken shack

If this is hell, well that’s fine with me All of the wonder presumably happily

Eager to follow the fool that’s got into

The head of me, we don’t have any doubt

We’re out there making friends

Unconsiously rolling through

Meanings from pollings

The answers are meaner sometimes

Than the means to our ends

So this is hell

What else could it be Bask in glories of glorified stories

Of a basket case who has just

Broken himself from the weave

We are not making sence

Who really cares just how we feel

Infantile ramblings of penniless gamblings

A fist full of hands swinging clubs

At our new baby zeal

Yeah right

You think this is hell

Would you care to bet

Capture the beauty of domestic duty

The hampers are full and our

Laundry’s perpetually wet

Think about traveling south

Find the right something

You might have left

Endless the road

Wish your past to explode

Actions remain base

But intentions in treble clef

Yeah right

This is not hell

This is purgatory

Caught here in limbo

I.Q.

of a dim bulb

How many gods does it take

To screw in the likes of me You’d think one day that I might learn

Stare in the light you cannot see

I’ve opened my doors of perception

And can’t get them shut

Now I feel fucked for free

Everyday, yeah I feel fucked for free

Everyday, yeah I feel fucked for free

Everyday, yeah we’re all fucked

I left my brain inside of my other head

You don’t impress me, don’t depress me Don’t supress me, just get undressed

I left my brain inside of my other head

The teachers test me, my father blessed me The pigs arrest me, I get upset

I left my brain inside of my other head

You don’t impress me, don’t depress me Don’t supress me, just undress me The teachers test me, my father blessed me The pigs arrest me, I get upset

Boo hoo