WAITING ROOM BOOGIE -- when in Rome, shake your ass.
There’s a place buried deep inside where you may never grow old
You just toil, spoil, bubble and boil, trapped within your soul
Just like Zarathustra if he never learned how to talk
When you’re too hot to trot and can't walk the walk
Just counting up every thought, thinking
“I want that life but I was born to lose it
& I'm sure it would be a great delight but I would only ever abuse it
Yeah, I’d like to take a bite out of the apple of my eye
Taste the sweet with the sour, y'know, ‘spit to see the shine’
If I could get mine by my own design,
then I'd be doing just fine with gravity at my behind."
Eventually that kind of thinking, well, it leads you nowhere
And you'll find yourself on that road and say, “Hey! How did I get here?”
In the grim incandescence of a torturous strip of magnetic humming in hot silence
From the air conditioning unit down the aisle from where you sit
It’s positively electric
And while I read the room, surfing channels to find the cartoons
Stuck in a jar breathing carbon
I'm perfectly willing & I'm perfectly able, on a mobius kick perfectly unstable
If I am eternal then I am my navel, I am the view, and I am the table
I rose a lush - triumphant as such - and passed out on the bathroom floor
Wrapped up with a pout in all my Catholic doubt, dripping in clout from sea to shore
Now -
Flipping through a magazine & scribbling in the margins
We’re heaven bound with low weather so long as god doesn't barge in
And there’s a clear drifting sensation I feel that’s taking me away
“Let me out!” from this figure eight
“Let me out!” from this zen arcade
“Let me out!” from this soap opera parade
“Let me out!” from this slow quatrain
“Let me out!”
There sure ain’t no shadows in this tomb, just the tube playing some cartoons
Stuck in a jar breathing carbon
Well, I wanted that life but I was born to lose it
So I turned around and barked back at my crown, “anachronism solution”
Your heart is a house on fire, dressed in your convalescent blues
When you’re stuck in the waiting room there’s only one thing left to do
Yeah, I wanted that life but I was born to lose it
So I turned around and barked back at my crown, "anachronism solution"
Your heart is a house on fire, dressed in your best dancing shoes
You know there's only one thing to do when you're left stuck in the waiting room
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