Dj Zone - Shrunk lyrics

[Verse 1] My first name is a random set of numbers and letters And other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever My last name, a thousand vowels fading down a sinkhole To a susurrus, couldn't just be John Doe or Bingo My address, a made-up language written out in living glyphs lifted from demonic literature and religious text Telephone uncovered by purveyors of the ouija Then checked against the CBGB women's room graffiti My social a sudoku, my age is obscure My in-case-of-emergency is in the daisies chasing birds Employed by trillionaires with perfect teeth and pores And people who open doors for the people who open doors My medical history is a course at SUNY Buffalo Charlatan psychiatry and troubleshooting undertow Nervous in the service still, I'm burger meat and purple pills "Here," "Thank you, we'll call your name," "Sure you will." [Interlude] Skipped lunch, I'm shrunk! [Verse 2] You pack up all your manias, you're sitting in the waiting room You're dreaming of arcadia, you're feeling like a baby tooth Awaiting panacea, channeling your inner Beowulf In purgatory just before you pay up to filet yourself And others, in the name of help, coal on a conveyor belt Into ego d**h alone, no telephone from Gabriel I'm half a human combin' over home and garden stoned Gold chains over turtleneck, cigars over cologne A thousand sh**ty paintings wrap around the wounded animal Woo him with the Schubert, he's a future human cannonball Little f**ers fighting, mother hiding in her Hulu I'm climbing up the stucco, let's get to the seppuku Uh-oh, that pretty penny turned the prickly into Benji If you save up all your winnings Then you get to count your blessings I finally crunch the budget up and punch the bu*ton She called my name out and pushed me into an oven [Interlude] The f**?! I'm shrunk! [Verse 3] She says, "I'm not your enemy." I said, "That sounds like something that my enemy would say Instead of playing off the chemistry." She said, "You're being difficult." I said, "I'm being guarded; you're a quarter mil in debt I get more guidance from my barber Look, I'm not good at this, I grew up in a noogie-fest You built your walls up high Or say goodbye to all your Cookie Puss Here's one: every time my telephone buzzes I see images of hooded riders setting fire to hundreds." She said, "When you start getting all expressive and symbolic It's impossible to actualize an honest diagnostic." I said, "When you start getting all exact and algebraic I'm reminded it's a racket, not a rehabilitation." Okay, agree to disagree as grown-ups from opposing clans Honoring the push and pull I should have called the Scholomance Oh well, preservation is a doozie "Will you be needing another appointment?" "Absolutely," I'm shrunk!