I'll be true When the night is blue And when the light turns green I'll lovingly please you But when we make love I don't want to come too soon It's altruistic masturbation Come with me Good Samaritan Only doing it for your future pleasure The sky is still And my testicles Are like clouds of rain I want to lose them When we make love I don't want to come too soon It's altruistic masturbation Round midnight Not gonna be a disruption to your sleep

How come my computer has a virus? I took a USB stick home from work And then the screen turned black And I couldn't turn on my computer Then I tried Unplugging all the wires And plugged them again But nothing happened But the little red light was flashing On the front of the computer Computer Virus This is the Chorus Computer Virus This is the Chorus How come his Computer doesn't have a virus? He watches porn on it, he smokes (around it), and yells at it; He'd probably be yelling at me right now If we were still together Computer Virus This is the Chorus Computer Virus This is the Chorus This is the Chorus Computer Virus

A soul Never to love again A soul A loser never can win A soul No one can understand And gone Gone is the heart that cared And gone Gone is the love we shared Forget A love that was yours and mine A soul Tomorrow the sun won't shine Alone Now we must stand alone Forget All the good friends we know Forget A love that was yours and mine A soul Lost at the end of time

Thumb through your old songbook Open up your royalty cheques Since your last audit Now the government's got it If you're lucky If you're normal You look horrible You sound terrible This kitchen you read your mail in and science digests Maybe a reunion? Adapt or die I guess In outer space you can freeze to death at the same time as your blood boils The only time you see the stars is when you tip back the glass the last cigarette of the night But what are stars anyway? Some great analogy or metaphor? To explain the sacred and profane the simple and the idiotic and how they make each other possible You get blindsided by money to repay the people who were nice enough to pay you to do this Money's just another measure of success If you're lucky If you're normal You look horrible Here's a parable A man gets an apple He puts it on a cutting board Then he takes an axe and cuts it into fours The cutting board is fine but he chops off his fingertips He scoops them into his hand and holds them to the light and he starts screaming and crying and he doesn't quite know why Do you like dreams? That you can touch? You know what's in dreams are more than they seem You don't care for it Police cars sharking through the heat A garbage bag waving down the street Walk over the sidewalk cracks stuffed with earwax When she was younger her parents were actors and they'd pawn her off And when her dilettantish parents were around they'd lay it on pretty thick But sleeping in a hospital bed is depressing but what's the alternative? A plastic sheet is better than none at all But all the people in the ward were like dolls that she used to have button-eyes, thread mouths, plaster saints He said, he's got nothing to say anymore Then he talked for an hour more "TV is totally valueless it's like a machine for malaise." "When the spark has gone, will you stick around? Only fruit flies mate for life" But living with insane people then going to live with sane people would have seemed doubly insane but her paranoia is making me paranoid And now it's quite plain Everything that you did Around every corner you turned Every detour Every sign you followed Every straw Minute by minute... point by point Bit by bit... Word by word All your life... Every step... Brought you closer to death Why so sorry, morning glory? There's no tomorrow Why so sorry, morning glory? There's no tomorrow etc. And every