I have a complex about how I look in t-shirts with big, stretched-out necks I have been exposed to the products of life without love As well as the products of superior genius And, as usual, I haven't the slightest idea of what to tell about where I've been and what I've been doing Me and my lover, we keep our treasure trails to a whiffle We're connected at our hip and in all our orifices I was just with him last night in the shower They were like "Dude, get with us" And I got with them I'm lazy, but something always interesting happens Kicked out of mom's house Kicked out of dad's house But I think it's justice that we're using to blow off all our negative steam I've had to do some stuff that I couldn't even tell you about Writing home is like walking on gla**, I have to edit my life Tell everyone what they want to hear, but what about the truth? You could get k**ed, oh my god, I'm so f**ing scared to die! I should be able to tell you the truth I'm mentally unstable: obsessive I feel as if my family thinks that I have different priorities than they do I don't think they understand that I don't have priorities The highest priority in my life is making love; I love to spread love All day and make love all night Nothing else matters but money Money is my wrench in the works I've got... it's got [Torr, use your knowledge as a tool, not a weapon] But if you give a lot of love, you get lots of sh** for free Can purpose be found in things like rats and dogs? Rewarded by coincidence? It's so hard to spread love when you can't be yourself It's like once I asked my sister... [What did you ask her?] It's called faith through empathy and it's through empathy, I hear... I wear the same pants everyday, but it don't matter, dude Because they're still sharing their earrings and spreading their AIDS I hang out with people who smoke pot Oh, I fell off, christ T-Bone, you're a righteous king and I owe my life to you