This Is Not Hell

Jimmie's Chicken Shack

if this is hell well that's fine with me

all of the wonder presumably happily

eager to follow the fool that's got into the head of me

we don't have any doubt we're out there makin friends

unconciosly rolling through meanings from pollings

the answers are meaners ometimes than the means to our ends



so this is hell what else could it be?

bask in the glories of glorified stories

of a basketcase who has just broken himself from the weave

we are not making sense who really cares just how we feel

infantile ramblings of penniless gamblings

a fistful of hands swinging clubs at our new baby zeal

yeah right



you think this is hell would you care to bet

capture the beauty of domestic duty

our hampers are full and our laundry's perpetually wet

think about travelling south

find the right something we might have left

endless the road wish your past to explode

actions remain base but intentions in treble clef

yeah right



this is not hell this is purgatory

caught here in limbo IQ of a dim bulb

how many gods does it take to screw in the likes of me?

you'd think one day that I might learn

stare in a light and you cannot see

I've opened the doors of perception and can't get them shut

now I feel fucked for free

everyday yeah I feel fucked for free

yeah we're all fucked



I left my brain inside of my other head

you don't impress me don't depress me

don't suppress me just get undressed

I left my brain inside me other head

the teachers test me my father blessed me

the pigs arrest me I get upset

I left my brain inside of my other head

you don't impress me don't depress me

don't suppress me just undress me

the teachers test me my father blessed me

the pigs arrest me I get upset

boo hoo