Gee Lyrics

My aversion to high fructose bullshit would make you think I'm diabetic,

Avoiding carbon candy clones of sorbitol and diuretics.

So the shit I spit, while, as a whole, largely mimetic,

Is prophetic; I'm showin' signs of 20/10 vision.

I've got X-Ray eyes. It makes me blind to the present.

They see the holy man, evangelist, for the circumcision,

The upper middle class fat pheasant for the peasant,

These clumsy and ambitious paws for the superstitions,

They missed the news cuz there was nothing good on TV.

They missed the woos of every door of opportunity,

They kissed the jewels of a consumerist panoply.

They twist the spools that underline the tapestry.

So, listen, fools, cuz I am here to make you sick.

You're pissed the stools are floating in your milk and Kix?

Those listless tools in your grasp would stave off harm.

Yeah, fists are cool, but they are nothing without arms.

So bite me! My life is an open maw,

This creature has a +10 to enthrall,

Yawns nightmares of teeth and predator breath,

With just one snap, it would maul you half to death.

Oh, gee! I think I scared a new stain into my pants.

I've gotta learn to stop going off on these rants.

In truth, my life has got me laughing in my sleep.

I'm doubled over like I'm Dom DeLuise. Oh, gee!

I used to play my hand with my cards held outward, upright,

Trust on my sleeve, my heart open, bleeding dynamite,

Clinging to my innocence like it was a dead hamster.

Aww, who am kidding? I still do.

I can't understand how a man can use a bathroom and

Not think about the person who's coming in after them.

Maybe I just can't pretend I can stand to hear you when you say,

"Don't do unto me as I might do unto you."

I wax politics, cuz this shit has me frustrated.

We're Amestris, and the maps have been translated

Into alchemy. When the dust and ferric rust's faded,

We've been spilling blood so the homunculi can be sated.

Give a drunk a cookie, and you know he's gonna want some gin

Give a man his liquor, and you know he's gonna want some sin.

Transmutations into glass gods and fat wads.

When the cookie crumbles, you're gonna wish you'd stuck to milk.

So bury me! Our lives are an open grave.

Dig ditches! If your bodies burn, you can't be saved!

Toss mollies cuz motherfuckers can't behave,

Or drown on your knees while you try not to make waves.

Gee willikers! I guess I got a little bit off track.

It's hard to stay focused when I forget to take my crack.

Somebody come and pry this monkey off my back!

Oh, gee! Can we hurry up and cut to commercial?

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So salt me! My life is an open sore,

Just a bloody blister of puss and piss and gore,

Gangrenous. They're gonna have to amputate

My head, cuz it's filled with yellow bile and hate.

Engulf me! My life is an ocean floor,

Inundated off the coast of a rocky shore.

This world is a sunken ship; we're lost at sea

In a dark comedy. Laugh it off like Dom DeLuise.

Oh, gee!