Dang cricket, rabbit spinach

I′ve been stuck in the land of the digits

I'm really five foot ten, please try to believe mePoor wording, outta courage

No luck with the playful verbiage

Used all but ten percent of possible meanings

You really oughta know by now

That you get what you give, and if you don′t commit, you'll be desperate just to fit in

They don't practice, then they wonder why they suck

Patient? Always been, now don′t get outta touch

I should′ve told them that I know better

But now I'll show them that I′m no quitter

I sit in my house sucking smoke from my mouth

Glued to my couch, trying not to go psychotic

I got cable to learn another angle

But I'm unable to get the hell out of my own head

It′s been about 15 years since I've changed my mind about any opinion

Clutching to all the same fears that live in the tissue of my protoplasm

Talking heads, "Fuck the feds"

So well-read, I′m impressed

How did you acquire all this undue confidence

By babbling about current events and begging people "Smash that like"?

Who that? Do that, make improvements

Work the lane till worth consuming

Done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done

Bear that, wear that, slanging pain

Art like daggers, ball and chain

Done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done, done

You really oughta know by now

That you get what you give, and if you don't commit, you'll be desperate just to fit in

They don′t practice, then they wonder why they suck

Patient? Always been, now don′t get outta touch

I should've told them that I know better

But now I′ll show them that I'm no quitter

You′re never honest, telling folks what they've missed

And now they′re all pissed, trying not to be neurotic

Got no precision to leverage your ambition

Say you've got vision, well, why are you always so goddamn wrong?

It's been about 15 years since I′ve changed my mind about any opinion

Clutching to all the same fears that live in the tissue of my protoplasm

You offer nothing, but you want it all

You need the adequate to cover for your shortfalls

Propitiating to your own cabal

Pitiful tantrums to show them you′re not small

Dying in a dream

I should've fooled myself with self-esteem

I wanna be oozing health like sub-machine

Instead I′m chomping on rockets and sucking cream