I can't sleep 'cause the lights too bright The cats fuck and fight all night Next door neighbor plays with bottles And cans. And regret is my old best friend There's a plaque in the house of shame For first place in the race for the lame There's a trophy for best costume prize For whoever wears the best disguise And the rain falls in solid drops Tastes like cyanide lollipops And the wind blows cold and shrill And the mud slides down the hill The mud buries me in a murky grave They said he was a scurvy knave Never learned a goddamned thing Couldn't play and couldn't sing Never could hold down a job Never could be just a cog In the plastic factory In the pastor's rectory And the rain falls down in drops Tastes like cyanide lollipops And the wind downs the Power lines So I could play with them all Of the time. The power surges from Power poles Flows to electric chair Controls Flick the switch and watch the muscles Twitch They said he was a son of Bitch They said he was the son of a Bastard Afterward his dad got plastered And threw up in the middle of the street Spit it out as the rain fell in sheets And the rain falls in solid drops Tastes like cyanide lollipops And the wind blows cold and clean Tastes like chocolate mescaline And the rain falls in solid drops Tastes like cyanide lollipops And the wind downs the power lines So I can play with them all of the time.