Adamant Caveat - Curmudgeon (The Readings) lyrics

Jimminy himminy, shim shimmy shimmy wa The scribbling tripling words this pen is dribbling titillate Little beaks nibble me Juicey beatle, beatle juice The the the the Beats. I bang on trash cans and street lights, alike I light the light Sit tight. Do NOT adjust your heads position Ray's I'm dishin' in your distant corners memories embellish me with the treat of corneas i've been relishing Devilishly revelling Nettings big. I catch all of the big fish They're always getting bigger and getting jiggy with it Pivot, turn, pi, pivot, pivot, turn My minds got bright light, and its might might breathe right, if it ignites and burns My sideburns burn vern Now, now. Live and learn Levitate, Levitate, Leveh...wait, level 8? But where's cloud nine? Help me river spirit, deliver me a line. Aline with the devil, and dance with his dreams But when he's getting closer, let go those petty things Ready? Bring it, sing it. think it, do it. Make it, say it Pray it won't grow stronger I'll never sing along to the creaking of the pressure on the structure of those bridges that are burning With entirety of sides that bleed, you once had chosen Once had picked Makes me sick It's a game of course, but it's not about the teams It might just be a scrimmage though, so go fill your canteen You absent minded fodder plotter Think about our sons and daughters The ink is overflowing blotters Pick up the pen, write down your wrongs, write down your sorry's, now move along I'm bound to be here, I'm bound to be heard I'm down to be absolutely absurd I'm bound to the floor. I'm trying to be pure I'm down writing words down here Ready your weapons Lo, behold I'm nonsensical, but I know that we hold fast The hand of my d**h is cold, but so is just growing old Let it go, it's just more past Messages, messages, pa**ages from a never ending book Never ending hooks on never ending fish tales I get down, when I'm down, I inhale then exhale it real real appealingly The never ending sorrys Stories of buildings that tilted real slowly, then fell down, them became holy The mole people go breech holes underground In the future sound of drilling I'm living underground with the moles Danger, Danger, Harvey Sorry, startled shortly after worried star fleets sparred me Cart me off to the piles of the dead Drop me off. I'm just a body and a head No need allot me with the privilege of one last trip to the potty I was trained well and it was the first success that got me That, and lost teeth Now it's gonna cost me Just like the readings taught me