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