....Another night of too much cough syru I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes And my mouth is dry and tastes shitty Again, the ringing Slowly, I bustle out of bed The remnants of an erection Still lingering in my shorts Like a bothersome guest Again, the ringing Carefully, I abscond to the bathroom As to not display my manhood to others There, I make the perfunctory morning faces Which always seem to preceed my daily contribution To the once-blue toilet water That I always enjoy making green Again, the ringing I shake twice like most others And I'm annoyed by the dribble That always seems to remain Causing a small acreage of wetness On the front of my briefs I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily Stumble into the den Where my father smokes his guitars ....I mean, cigars.... In his easy chair I know ALL about easy chairs And then I sing a song for my friends: "Jesus is my boyfriend! Jesus is my boyfriend! You can't have him Because Jesus is my boyfriend!" Ringing, ringing, dang it! Goddamn, mother fuckin' son of a bitchin' ringing! I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly At that shreiking plastic bastard Since it keeps ringing, I know it's her And since it keeps ringing, she knows it's me "We are the world We are the children We are the ones who make a darker day So lets start killing There's a choice you're making We're sparing our own lives It's true we make a darker day Just you and me." Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
