My brain ain't workin' good
And I know how it should
My thoughts won't come with ease
Please, work with me

Hate when my brain
Doesn't wanna work so great
I guess I got a case
Of mental block

Scrub boat, clean hat
Crushin' those annoyin' heroes fla-at
Wash blades of their blood
Keep 'em sharp, give you back-ru-u-ubs
This job got real weird, but I'm fine with this plan
Cause ev'ry mad genius needs a dumb yesman
Hey!

Oh-oh-oh, it sucks, but it's lu-, but it's lucrative
Film sucks, CG looks quite bad in motion
It sucks, but it's lu-, but it's lucrative
I've thought real hard, how'd this arse-pile get noticed?

S-U-D-D-E-N C-O-R-P-S-E
Got a body to dispose o-o-of

Anything is modern art
All my crap is modern art
You see that chainsaw in the giant strawb'rry tart?
I've been told it's modern art

Yeah!
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!

Not one park is vacant
No parks here that are vacant
No spare spot of pavement in the lot

Once I find my other shoe
Ancient legends, I will prove
Unthinkable, to search the land
With one bare foot, it's simply mad

So I'm drinkin' my juice, fruit juice
Not gonna try your booze
Squeezed fresh, please, just tastes better to me
Pass on Jack Daniels, I won't get smashed
Booze, won't choose, I'll be fine with my fruit juice

But why should I know it?
I can't recall it
I've no use for it

Sleepyhead
Still in bed? It makes me mad
Sleepyhead
Move, you friggin' lazy twa-at

Road map, can't read it
Can't find where the damn street is
Road map, let's face it
We're all kinds of lost
Road map, can't read it
A clear way to go, can't see it
Road map, I'll say it
We're completely lost
We're totally lost
I'll admit we're lo-o-o-o-o-ost