I tried my best through thick and thin since I first sensed the fix is in I hunkered down, stiffened up, when my luck ran out, never giving up Well, I heard the call, and I’ve spoken out, but I’ve hit my wall, and I’m broken down So fuck the win, I’m backing out, I’m buckled in, and I’m tapping out I’ve been around, played the land, dues been paid, been screwed and scammed I found a crowd, made a brand, alienated them taking a stand Every day gets rough, wake up sad, think I’ve had enough of shaking hands And thanking fans and making plans while inside I am breaking bad Now I’m not the kind of person who unpacks my bags, sleep better in the back of vans I don’t wanna go back, but I say goddamn, I’m addicted the crack of the clapping hands So it’s off I go, on with the show while I’m dead behind the eyes like a dial tone When I’m on the road, when I’m back at home, the only thing I want is to be left alone So thanks for coming to the show, but I gotta go As far away as I can get, a destination unknown Above the clouds where the heavens run black And I might never come back When I’m sick of all the monsters getting all in my face, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When I need to leave with quickness, and they pick up the pace, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When I’m running for my life, and yet, I’m losing the race, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When the only thing I wanna get is out of this place, I’m like Fuck that I’m like Fuck that shit Man, I can’t believe this, it’s another night of sleeplessness I need to get me free from this, I’d rather be on Venus, yes So peel me off the ceiling, this has gotten way too real, I guess I’m pretty far from feeling this, don’t even wanna deal with this When I’m a step ahead, they always give chase, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When it’s all wrong, I need to be gone with no trace, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When they’re always bringing treble, yet they skimp on the bass, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When nothing’s ever worth the time or effort it wastes, I’m like Fuck that I’m like Fuck that shit This is far from Camelot, I wanna take the fastest shot To kick my shoes and jacket off where oxygen’s an afterthought They caught me in the saddest spot, I’m fixed on what I haven’t got A madness that I cannot stop, so fuck, I’ll be an astronaut When no matter what, they get on my case, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When I’m never breaking bread so save your sayings of grace, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When I hold at seventeen, they hit a ten and an ace, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When I’m in inclement weather, wearing leather and lace, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When I’m sick of all the monsters getting all in my face, I’m like Fuck that shit, I’m going to space When the only thing I wanna get is out of this place, I’m like Fuck that I’m like Fuck that shit

Last thing I remember that chamber was slender I’m straight razor shaven then taped up with sensors Restraints made of leather, tubes fed through a sender My anus, my penis, my sinuses entered Rotated perpendicular to the center The temperature dropped, locked in life support tethers When I first enlisted this seemed like adventure But sleeping for this long now sounds like forever The lights and the bleeps and my heart rate all faded To nothingness, gave in to full hibernation I’ve waited and waited for ages in stasis Today is the day I awaken [CHORUS] Wake up! Rise and shine Wipe the night’s sleep from your eyes Make the donuts, now’s the time Yawn and stretch and come alive Wake up! Straight away Smell the coffee, face the rays Up and at ‘em, no delay Carpe diem, seize the day Now that I’ve awakened in space without aging My muscles in atrophy, everything’s aching My first steps are taken on legs that are shaking Then find my mind seized by these crises I take in The temperature’s rising, the climate is changing And millions infected with biblical plague, and Our leaders have shamelessly strained race relations This can’t be the future, someone was mistaken This world and its people were meant to get better But things are much worse now by every known measure If I had endeavored to foresee such terror I would have just slept for forever [CHORUS] Like a full-grown newborn kicking through a new door Thinking that I might have been a fool for Booking me a one-way ticket to travel To a cruel stop dropped on my top like an anvil It’s a new dawn, new day, better get the bed made It’s a new goddamn decade Traded inventory of a life that I left For a horrifying house as mortifying as death Get up I'm up

Well I got four flat tires, and the windshield is cracked
 And then the power steering's out, alignment's all out of whack 
A bunch of holes in the floorboard, chassis's all rusted 
All the headlights, tail lights, brake lights busted Plus upholstery is mostly burned and patched up with tape 
It's all bloody, and somebody cut the lines to the brakes 
And though the clutch won't catch, and the trunk won't latch, you know 
It's still got a full tank of gas, so - even though [CHORUS]
 Everything is broken, none of it is working
 All of it is riddled with dilemmas that'll worsen 
If I don't get cracking at it, put it back together, that'll
 Be the last straw on this camel's back, crack-a-lack-a Everything is broken, none of it'll start All of it is faulty, and it's falling apart
 And it's fast approaching doom, and it's past the point of ruin
 But I'ma keep it moving, I'ma keep it, keep it moving, I'ma do it

 Well I got four crumbled walls, and the front door is gone
 And then the sewer line has backed up and flooded the lawn 
I got rats in the basement, bats in the attic
 Mold in the kitchen and the bath so bad they're blackened And a bunch of water damage everywhere from the leaks
 And all the windows are shattered and covered up with tattered sheets 
It's veiled from the sun, and the mail never comes
 But the heat’s still on, and it runs, so - even though [CHORUS] Well I got four broken limbs, and my back is a mess 
I got poison in my veins and a pain in my chest
 Severely dehydrated from my sleep deprivation
 My eyesight is rapidly deteriorating And all my teeth in need of fillings, and my fingernails cracked
 And I'm afflicted with incessant indigestion and a rash 
My hair is falling out, and I can barely hear a sound, you know 
I've still got ideas and a mouth, so - here we go [CHORUS]

Bananarama Alabama Hannah Montana Bandana bandits extravaganza within Indiana When Eric Bana and Vanna had fannypacks in Savannah And had a fabulous nap in pajamas at the veranda Mahna Mahna - doo doo bananas, I’m loving them I got a hunch at brunch we’re gonna munch a bunch of them Pick them and pass them until we finish the last of them Perfectly packaged, fact, packed with Potassium The Anarchist Cookbook got us smoking them And Axel Foley taught us a practical joke with them Josephine Baker made them fashion fantastic Slip on a peel and fall, I’m laughing at y’all - slapstick I’m sure Kapoor and Stefani both back me Best flavor of Runts and Laffy Taffy, don’t at me All my fam from Santa Ana all the way to Atlanta We’re gonna quote Ralph Wiggum and go “go banana” [CHORUS] Banana nana, put out your hands like patty cake And go bananas, we’re gonna go bananacakes And grab a stack of flapjacks that your Nana makes ‘Ope, we’ve gonna bananacake, full-on bananacake Banana nana, put out your hands like patty cake And go bananas, we’re gonna go bananacakes And grab a stack of flapjacks that your Nana makes Oops, I’ve gonna bananacake, full-on bananacake To all my top contenders chewing fruit with low fructose Or having cruel summers like you’re Daniel Larusso Or singing so funny in your animal band You know there’s always money in the family stand To all the babies of the ’80s’ long bicycle seats To all the fosters and the pints of Chunky Monkey we’ll eat To the Velvet Underground record featuring Nico Is anyone listening? ‘Cause I don’t really think so I’m so alone, I’m so cold and I’m anxious I haven’t even seen another person in ages I haven’t been outside since I don’t know when I live a life in isolation with invisible friends And the voices in my head who serve as companions And tell me to do things and speak a dead language Floating in a tin can, crying till my eyes bleed Far from those who coveted my precious bar of ice cream “Get these birds away from me!” I scream into the dark Cackle ‘cause it’s funny as I pull my seams apart And I may not run from the netherworld’s moan Daylight come, and I can never go home [CHORUS]

Who’s that cat always sitting in back As the rest of the band stands? The building is packed Catch a glimpse once they kill it back By the back bar in black pants and a Zildjian hat That’s the drummer, that’s the motherfucker, I told you Laying backbeat, backbone of the whole crew Keeping time, keep it tight, keep it rocking Got a couple drum keys never not in his pocket In his stick bag find a pair of jacked up brushes And washers for his hi-hat’s backup clutches A broken mallet and a shaker egg Swinging ice cream treats and chicken legs He’s got the sawdust falling from his hair and his beard Hands covered in callouses and a ringing in his ears Switching up styles, getting wild for a louder pop Funk, blues, power rock, one-two-count ‘em off [CHORUS] Snare’s up in the cans, get it mixed in Hear the drummer get wicked As the syncopated rhythm of the double bass kicks in Hear the drummer get, hear the drummer get Quicker than the crashes that demand that you listen Hear the drummer get wicked Let it ride upon the waves into the heads that it sticks in Hear the drummer get, hear the drummer get Sick, kid, when the cymbals are shattered Stacking flam paradiddles onto triplet patterns And popping them, stop, then dropping bombs like he’s Bonham Bringing hellish crossfire to his wooden coffins, got them Heads nodding in 11/8 swirling Helicopter blades in both hands twirling Like he’s fighting with sai, wild and sliding in tricks Pro Mark, 5A, no nylon tips You know he knows Moby Dick like the back of his hand His double kick rig taking up half of the van And about an hour to soundcheck it, going through it so slow Guitar Center hero with the showroom solo Tub-thumpers who have sat for so long Behind singers who never let them ever write any songs The time has come for you to take a stand and to strike Rise up from your thrones, step up to the mic, like [CHORUS] Liquid He thinks he’s getting good But he can handle criticism He’ll show you what he knows And you can tell him if you think he’s getting better On the drums Beneath the weight of crown He holds and breaks it down A change in pace and sound The fast beat will be back around And we will bounce some more Seated with queens and kings He rarely ever sings He cannot tune your strings Or fix the way his floor tom rings But he can count to four [CHORUS] Wicked

Gimme your focus, I need your eyes to the front ‘Cause we’ve got some things to clear up We’ve got some stuff to discuss That should’ve been kept between us You’ve had your turn now for months And I think we’ve all heard enough Just listen and don’t interrupt 'Cause I’m only saying this once Who are you? Who the fuck are you? Who are you? Seriously, who in the actual living fucking fuck even are you? ‘Cause I was expecting a tiger who would enter with praise and applause as his soundtrack What I got was a house cat chasing its tail when it’s caught in a mousetrap Can’t fit a cookie into that mouthful of names that you shouldn’t be mentioning Kid, you’re a rookie, and you’re playing a game, but you’re facing a veteran When I’m on the field, you’re on the bench, I’m kidding, you sit in the bleachers Talking your shit when you aren’t kissing my ass or begging for features Surrounded by creatures, leeches, each of you rapping on top of your vocals Y’all put less time in your rhymes than you do jerking each other off on your socials Meanwhile I’ve been mobile, logging thousands of miles and plenty of scars Your crew’s like the flag of Japan: there aren’t any stars, there aren’t any bars On stage with your eyes shut with your head down with the mic cupped Till it feeds back and you’re going like you’re the first act opening an open mic Well, shit, now I’m feeling bad. Believe me, I mean it, I really am ‘Cause I’m wasting my breath on some silly man whose fanbase couldn’t fill up a minivan You howl at the moon, I burst your balloon, you’re a barker who thinks he’s a biter It’s safe to assume that I filled up rooms when you were still filling your diapers You’ve ridden my tails, but since that has failed, you’re pissy and trying to fight I cut my teeth and my nails blazing these trails you’re trying to ride on your trike So tired, so bitter, in all your tracks, no passion No fire, like your Tindr, you’re all gas, no matches Bad at your lyrics, bad at your mixes, bad at your hooks and your bridges Bad at whatever it is Too Big for His Britches here’s calling his business Get out of my office, this is for bosses, not for your struggling looks Go get a new hobby, go sit in the lobby where you’ll find some coloring books What, were you drinking? What were you thinking? Coming at me for a hit? Kid, I am the sweetest, I’m Reese’s Pieces, you’re feces, you pieces of shit Fuck you, fuck your crew, and fuck every half-assed thing you do Fuck you, you deplorable tourist for never caring about who came before us Fuck you for never using a thesaurus, you are hip hop’s used Ford Taurus Fuck you ‘cause you forced this, fuck this song, fuck doing a chorus Fuck all that you’ve ever loved or believed in or whatever Till you’re dead and gone, till the end of time, for always and forever Crawl back to your lab and when all of your sycophants ask you what happened to you Just tell them you’re finished ‘cause some middle-aged white dude handed your ass to you

From the moment that I open my eyes I got a good feeling in me deep inside That it’s gonna be a great day, simply divine I pull back the curtains, take a peek outside I’m like, “Ooh! Hot dog! What a glorious sight!” The sun’s shining bright, there’s not a cloud in the sky There’s no fog, no smog, no pollution, no noise Just endless opportunities for me to enjoy So check it, I get dressed and bounce out to the street It’s like 70 degrees with a song so sweet All the birds above me singing as they’re following All of them, so many birds it’s like it’s all of them And all the bugs are buzzing, all the flowers in bloom And I can’t imagine being back inside of my room I’m just feeling so happy that I’m dancing around Today there ain’t a thing that’s gonna bring me down EVERYBODY’S GONE ALL OF THEM, ALL OF THE PEOPLE ARE GONE EVERYONE YOU’VE EVER KNOWN HAS LEFT YOU ALONE THEY HAVE ALL LEFT YOU AND GONE Not today, Satan, take it away There’s not a thing you could do or say to get in my way ‘Cause I’m flying high, and I’m on top of the world I got a brand-new attitude I’m giving a whirl Slipping down the street, getting on with a start While I’m skipping to the beat of the song in my heart I’ve got a summertime treat running through my mind Get an ice cream, sweet, standing in no lines And every light says “walk” when I reach it No one’s honking horns, no tires are screeching And the train’s already waiting for me There’s no crowds shoving in, I take my favorite seat I put my headphones on and play my ultimate jam I let my thoughts drift away to the adventures at hand Reminded why I’m loving life, like I’m re-signing the lease I can’t remember ever feeling so at ease and at peace EVERYBODY’S DEAD ALL OF THEM, ALL OF THE PEOPLE ARE DEAD EVERYONE YOU’VE EVER MET AND ALL OF THE REST EVERYONE EVERYWHERE DEAD Then wait, who are you? I’M THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD And who am I? YOU’RE THE ONLY PERSON LEFT NOT DEAD And what do you mean by “dead?” I MEAN “DEAD” “Dead?” “DEAD” Like, all of them? ALL OF THEM All of them? DEAD Huh, well fuck it, I’ma have some fun And do all the shit I ever wanted under the sun Like raid the cops’ confiscated drugs and go crazy Hotwire a Ferrari, crash it into Macy’s Move in the museum with the brontosaurus fossils Kill an #8H monologue at Rockefeller Plaza Go to town and burn a tower down like it’s my duty, yo And then record this track at the Mix Palace Studio Paint Lady Liberty in purple? I’m there Kick it with the coyotes running around Times Square I swear it’s just the best damn day, no question Dressed like I’m Agent J, living like I’m Legend EVERYBODY’S DEAD ALL OF THEM, ALL OF THE PEOPLE ARE DEAD EVERYONE I’VE EVER MET AND ALL OF THE REST EVERYONE EVERYWHERE, ALL OF THEM DEAD

I’m on a boat, I am the captain Down below deck, hide in my cabin Riding the waves, hearing them crashing Gone is the crew, I am the last one All I can do, hatches to batten Calling to Zeus, release the Kraken Wearing a noose, losing my traction How did this happen? How did this happen? Out in the blackness not one visible ship on the ocean Mostly afloat, going to nowhere, rowing alone, moaning to no one Sails are in ribbons and tattered, rudder’s been shattered, terrible weather has battered Only companion’s a bird who keeps chirping and natters, none of this matters That’s when I spy with my eye a silhouette on the horizon A hulking and crumbling vessel that silences all of the cries of the sirens The legends about it were true and it seems that I am the first to have seen it If I don’t survive then there is no story to tell and no one to believe it She’s making her way, anchor’s aweigh Every moment that I wait I drift further astray She may run aground, stay here and drown Either way we’re going down, down, down [CHORUS]: Yo ho ho and a broken bottle, empty fodder For the sea to swallow, and I’m following a ghost ship Stuck without a paddle, cancellation of my travel Fragile mind unravels in the shadow of a ghost ship Lost upon the water, taking stock of all forgotten Docking down in Davy Jones Locker on a ghost ship As she advances I’m aghast and asking “Do I vanish Here in madness or take my chances on a ghost ship?” I cannot breathe, blood running cold Proof of the tales that I’ve been told When was she built? When was she sold? When was she lost? What was the toll? What if she’s reached? Breaching her hull? What will I find? What does she hold? What if it’s treasure? What if it’s gold? What of her souls? What of her soul? Lo and behold, mind spinning, and I’m beginning to find it imminent My minimal time is ticking on by, I’m looking at sinking or swimming and I’ve the slimmest of chance to be saved, listing away, adrift in dismay But I didn’t enlist in this mission with interest in living by digging up graves As she grows so near her appearance brings fear, it Feels like I’ve been summoned, but am I just hearing her spirits? Steady myself on the railing, accepting my failings, abandon attempts to keep bailing My own ship is fatally ailing, but the derelict craft is somehow still sailing Ghost ship ahoy, life boat deployed There is nothing left here onboard to destroy No moon in the sky, our doom it is nigh Either way we’re gonna die, die, die [CHORUS] I’m already on a ghost ship

Never broke a bone, never bought a home Never watched an episode of Game of Thrones Never followed sports, never touched a corpse Never rode a motorcycle or a horse Zip-lined, never sky-dived Never done a backflip off a high dive Never visited the Friends fountain Never scuba-dived or climbed a mountain But I would do all this for you (only for you) If you ever asked me to Never owned a car, never played guitar Onstage in any bar Never been a pyro or had a child, no Never freestyle in my live show Never sweet-talked with a street cop Live beatboxed, never sleepwalked Never been a felon or been caroling And I’ve never ever shot up heroin But I would do all this for you (only for you) If you ever asked me to Never used a pass-through, never had to Or got an ear pierced or a tattoo Never slept in a log cabin Never learned the rules of backgammon Had an accident deploy an airbag Been to Disneyland, never done drag Had an allergy or worked a factory Played a Pokemon or Final Fantasy Never took karate or adopted doggies Never been a passenger in a Ferrari Seen Japan, never built a van Though I’ve wanted to, I’ve never killed a man There’s a synonym for “gentle” With a “fossil”-like sound It starts with a “D,” six letters And I’ve never said it out loud Never been an intern, never been burned In a campfire, never been turned To a vampire, never did learn How to hot-wire, never mentored Any youngsters, been a hunter Never been the one to throw the first punch, or Ever seen or tried to eat a ghost pepper Never have I ever played “Never Have I Ever” Been struck by lightning Never really ever read the Shining Or described someone as beguiling And I’ve still never seen the Lion King Never loved anybody this hard Never made love in a graveyard Never felt any love was timeless Never wrote a song quite like this But baby, I do this for you (only for you) Just because I wanted to

You walk in, you clock in, you log in and then The dread sets in, and the dark clouds descend You can’t eat, you can’t sleep, you can’t breathe, fatigue Leaves you in ruins, you cease being a human being Your whole soul grows cold, that old mind control Takes its toll on you, and you lose hold of your goals And your dreams, you wanna scream or just flee from the scene You need this like a screen door on a submarine That job is killing you and filling you with dread, the milieu Is willing you to do the will of idiots and villains who Spend days unfazed by their underlings’ gaze While you barely even earn yourself a livable wage And I remember you were set to jet in December You said you’d get something better, and yet you’ve been there forever So what happened? Someone has to snatch you and slap you ‘Cause you’ll never leave this job unless you have to [CHORUS] Now quit your day job, do it before it destroys What’s left of your dreams, your self-esteem and your poise Quit your day job, and finally silence the noise There are far worse things than being unemployed The very worst boss at the very worst job that I ever had Was stark raving mad It was pretty bad having to work for this demon She’d roll in around three, immediately start screaming At nothing, and when little things would fill her with doubt She’d pop some pain killers and pass out on a couch And awake yelling, always felt compelled to shout She was such a mess a couple of my paychecks bounced Every conversation like a wrestling bout And we’d rarely figure out what she was shouting about Half-illiterate, literally a middle school dropout But she was fluent in both excuses and copouts Oh, it was awful! We had to coddle her when she’d pout Followed by swallowing lies that’d fly from her mouth And when drunk all of a sudden she’d try to make out? Sound familiar? Then make like me and get the fuck out [CHORUS] And once you’re finally free from the grind You’ll find you’ve plenty of free time to finally unwind And get outside or stay in and get lost in your mind No job, no boss, no schedule and barely a dime To your name, now I’m not saying you should never work again I know that’s unrealistic, irresponsible, but then again I am suggesting that you do just one little thing Just quit the job that you have now tomorrow and sing I don’t work for you anymore I quit, you prick, now I’m out the door Goodbye, but I do not wish you well Because I’m gone, and you’ll never lay your evil eyes on me again unless we see each other in hell You fucking monster [CHORUS] Bye

Well I’ve been out of this world now for a minute Split when the bad shit was only just beginning To a distant and cold place where I could find some quiet And I’ll admit it, for a while I kinda liked it Free from the plague, far from petty lies and violence But over time I grew tired of the silence Sick of missing out on all the things that once were hella dope Millions of miles away, peering through a telescope Hoping for an opening, nope, nobody’s going in Fled so far away that there was no one, all alone again I made due with a makeshift stage Making beats with my skull against the walls of my cage Now when the sun hits upon the day of my arrival My one wish is to survive without denial I am done with just watching the world burn I think it’s time to return [CHORUS] I’m going back, I’m coming around I’m picking up speed till I’m reaching the ground Head’s been in the clouds (stars), now I’m heading back in Open all hatches and extend all flaps and drag fins I’m coming home, I’ll go it alone I can try my best, but the rest is unknown Brace for the return of the century If I don’t burn up on re-entry I’m going back down to earth where I began Before I flunked a test, flipped a desk, and I ran With both middle fingers up, pointed behind me In search of a safe space where no one could find me And finally hop off the clock and stop talking Get caught up with the thoughts that I brought up from the bottom To the top in a box, locked off with a thick door I guess I got what I wished for Isolation’s maddening, alienating and straight damaging Highlighting what’s real and what all was really happening Home is where I’m coming, away from here I’ll go ‘Cause “come” is done with others whereas “go” is done alone Now when the moon dies as I fall through the plane I’ll see those blue skies, they’ll be calling my name I’m bringing new eyes but no prizes or loot Just empty pockets in a flight suit [CHORUS] On re-entry So kick the tires, twist the wires with blood Light the fires, pop the clutch and push it out of the mud To face a future like the blank pages of a calendar If I don’t fall to pieces, all defeated like a Challenger Through a loud sound that roars in my ears I hear a countdown that’s been running for years I am out now if I’ve got the right stuff ‘Cause I know now I’ve had enough [CHORUS] I’m going back

Yeah, I remember what I saw, every detail I recall When the heavens shared their secrets, and I memorized them all In that moment everything was clearly written on the wall I am every earthly era bearing witness to its fall I am dinosaur watching as the asteroid collides I am mammoth as the planet’s thawing off an age of ice I’m erectus catching fire, mesmerizing as it burns In the first of many lessons that will quickly be unlearned I am Eve in the garden when I meet the devil’s eyes I am Noah getting started as the water levels rise I am Nero playing fiddle when the warnings are ignored I am native as the fleet of boats are landing on the shore I am Henry vs. the machine, a win I won’t survive I am child of Hiroshima when Little Boy arrives I am man, I am Neil as I stand on the moon In the shadow of the craft, all that I can feel is doom It was 300 feet long, another hundred wide In the darkest black I’ve seen, it seemed to feed upon the light Both organic and mechanical, the ship itself alive And its surface breathed and shimmered, not unlike a serpent’s hide All surrounded by a throbbing hum, a pulsing from its hull I could feel it in my teeth, a sound I heard inside my skull And it radiated energy like none I’ve ever known Which I believe revived my ship to send me running home…