This is um, this is the song. It’s uh, it has no name yet but I’m sure I’ll think of somethin sometime. I’m feeling generic and I’m feeling like a waste of space Pushin all the pushpins as far as they can go into my face Lookin at wires and thinkin of nooses Telephone juices bleeding all into my skull My ink pen busted and it made my pants turn black I don’t need to spend no money to get pants that are black at the clothing rack Circumstances make it that way for me And it seems like circumstances is all that there is to be The bathroom doors got the locks on the wrong damn side So I surreptitiously lock my suitemate outside And when he needs to go use the john he’s just shit out of luck And when he knocks on the door and I’m not there he just says fuck Well I think I’ma go out in into the quad And I’m gonna strap my wings on and fly And stick all kinds of pencils inside of my eyes Yeah, right down there, deep into the socket Make me fly high like a rocket all up in the room And it’s all full of gloom and I feel like a tomb One of them tombs down out in the desert where nobody’ll ever find it And it’s just laying out there under the sand completely unknown to the world Yeah I think I’m gonna fly people gonna ask me why are you up there in the sky You can’t do that, you fly and you fixing to die And I just say it’s the only thing make me smile right now Cuz there’s really not much to smile about at this point in time Then you say damn boy, you’re white you can’t have no blues What do you know, you got good shoes You walkin round and you don’t have to worry about gettin things cuttin you up But then I say Yeah but things are all fucked up, situation normal That’s quite enough of that.

Holdin back a lot of crap Puttin up with everybody’s shit Got a mind to kick the trashcan Fuckin tellin me things Fuckin pushin me around Fuckin fryin my mind Fuckin pullin my nerves Throwin shit at me Stoned from hearin it Stoned from out of mind Gonna bake my skull in the oven Wanna throw me like a demon Wanna push me til I’m screamin You're gonna wake me when I’m dreamin You wanna fake me Break Fuckin breakin my balls Givin me shit Fuckin feedin me shit Fuckin fuckin around Fuckin fuckin fuckin me up Fuckin fuckin sick of it Fuckin fuckin fuck fuck Anybody there? I don’t see anybody. Somebody talk to me. Ahh. Well this sucks.

Security pen, security pen, security pen, security pen Security pen, security pen, security pen, security pen Security pen, security pen I’m hitting the mike with a security pen Now I’m not Security pen yeah security pen I’m sittin on my ass in a pizza shack Wondering where all the ladies are at Got a guy and all he says is bla bla bla Sittin on my ass in a pizza shack Wonderin where all the ladies are at Got a guy and all he’s saying bla bla bla Bla to the bla to the blippity blip bla Blippip bla bla blipbla bla blop the rockety bock Bla bla blippity bla bla bla bla blop Security pen, security pen I got a light fixture it keeps glowin And all the mosquitoes are knowin That if they get their ass too close They’re gonna go up there, they’re gonna roast yeah Security pen, you got a problem... too bad Security pen, security pen, security pen, bla bla bla Security pen, security pen, security pen, leather hat I got a leather hat when I go out I mack Because I wear my leather hat, you know I am the mack I wear a leather hat cuz I am the mack When I go out you know I’m wearin a leather hat With a security pen, security pen Looks like James is drunk again Writin down things on paper bags I’m lightin up takin drags Lookin on things in bags It’s words, bla bla Yeah, uh, tiles and trumpets Goin down to your rumpets And I just made up a brand new word, bla bla bla Security pen, security pen, security pen, security pen Index cards with numbers all on em for me to connect to the world wide web So I can go on the chat rooms, talk about music saying bla bla bla Security pen yeah Bla bla bla wiggity-wack spam Bla bla bla oo yeah that’s right Bla bla plugging plugs in Bla bla bla throwin amps out the Bla bla bla stupid window Bla bla bla bangin on my doors Bla bla bla who the hell are you Bla bla bla yeah I’m sittin on my ass in a pizza joint Wonderin when there’s girls to anoint And Louis is there and he’s askin me Dude what’s bla bla bla Security pen and bla bla and I’m going around going bla bla And I got a trash can on my head I had something to say But you made me forget anyway It happens to me everyday Cuz I’m just bla bla bla When I’m going to class and it’s early in the morning Everybody knows that things are gonna fall and then We’re gonna find something better that rhymes with morning Bla Yeah security pen, security pen, do it again Bla yeah security pen Light switch fixture jumpin in the mixture uh With a fat globe lookin around, what’s the strobe Givin me the big idea, something to see uh Bla bla bla Well I ripped the tag off my mattress one day I started to hear sirens coming my way And then I ran out the door and I jumped in the grass Sirens stopped, they said get your ass up And pick it up and start runnin Because if you don’t, we’re gonna have some fun with Poli-poli-police-police—police-police Police brutality all day long on your face Yeah all over the place Uh, you think that it’s gonna be wrong We’re doin it all day long So, I started running when I saw the billy club Then I jumped the fence and that was all there was I jumped the fence I started runnin and I got hit by a Ford A four-door Ford a four-door Ford It was one of those Escort pieces of crap And then they came and made me sing this rap I’m sayin bla bla bla Cuz I’m mentally dead yeah Bla bla bla ‘ked in the head yeah Bla bla bla Bla bla bla Break it down Yeah And now we’re singing it down low to the beat drop down And all that other kind of cool stuff that rappers say You lookin around and I’m lookin your way Trashin your brain every single day We’re gonna do it lemon soda style So Lookin at me wantin somethin for me to say Lookin at me why you lookin my way? I’m an idiot! I’m an idiot! Sittin on my ass in a pizza shack Wonderin where all the pretty ladies are at Security pen Why the fuck are we singing about a security pen? Fuck it

Don’t want to feel this Ignore the screamin voice in me Shuttin the monster into a closet in a closet Total shit mire suckin on my legs Wants to pull me in, living a bizarre nightmare Fuckin my world, oh no, fuckin my world Fuckin it all up, oh, fuckin it up Don’t want to believe this, can’t show it to anyone Can’t show it

And people wonder why I smoke Smoke til I choke and I'm broke like a joke Ooh, think it's funny, let's laugh, hahaha Let's play the bass on this, let's play the bass on this Let's smash your face on this ooh Just play some shit Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up or bleed Big mistake, big mistake, big mistake Moshing with the door, moshing with the door Your girlfriend is a whore (Drum solo!) (It's actually a guitar solo) (Yeah, um, something solo, yeah) Oh feels good like I knew that it would Keys, I like them, they're metal Get down! Your woman's mine! No she ain't fine! I just like to piss you off, piss you off Pi-pi-pi-piss you off, uh! I got spit on my pants and now I'm gonna get up and dance

The fire marshal’s screaming, blanket on my back Ain’t nobody watching, the ceiling’s turning black Busted speakers on my wall Fire alarm ain’t working, blowin smoke in its face Sprinkler system shooting watered down mace all in my face I pulled down all the lights, replaced them all with sand I got so stoned I couldn’t feel my hand It’s all right now, I got granola bars in my closet Telephone ain’t ringin, on the computer all day Downloading MP3s to have something to play Ain’t nobody come check on me I clean my room on Thursday to keep my VT I ain’t got no friends, they don’t know my name If I asked them what it is they’d ask why I came Telephone wires all exposed Stale cigarette butts attacking my nose I drank all the water, policeman told me "stop" I said "what’s the matter, are you the water cop?" And he said you got remote controls for your VCR, CD player and TV Got on the line, all good in here So many problems not enough beer And I got nothing better to do than lay on my bed, play guitar and sing to you

Two laughing idiots "There's a windstorm comin!" Sittin in the dorm room "Get the dog!" Two laughing morons with nothing better to do "Thelma!" They're sittin here makin music just being complete dunces "Oh my God what is that?" "Hello there I am the prince of darkness." We're nothing but schmucks who sold our souls for a coupla bucks "Your souls are mine. Do not behold anything less!" "Oh no this is the big one!" We're all gonna die when that big ?? comes We'll never know what hit us "Bacock"

The senators are drunk again The truckers slide on roads of sin The ladies slip into their coats of nothing The lizards crawl into the pipe They all sing I never did you wrong and I can barely sing this song I smoked a lifesize bong and I’m so drunk I wrote this song The flavored nurses dance in drag The minotaur man wears a suit of shag The concubines look so delicious Tuxedo tramps twirl their umbrellas They all sing I never did you wrong and I can barely sing this song I smoked a lifesize bong and I’m so drunk I wrote this song I never did you wrong and I can barely sing this song I smoked a lifesize bong and I’m so drunk I wrote this song

I want to eat everything there is And then I want to vomit all over the floor I'm vomiting all over the floor I'm vomiting I'm vomiting all over you And you like it, you told me you do Cuz you weird like that You're weird You're really really weird And then there's a mosquito on my wall I think I'ma go kill it right now And then I'm feeling middle of the day-- I see another one And then I'm in the middle of the day

Well you got me runnin in circles again Wonderin if there’s that keg of beer at the end I wrapped a chain link fence around my neck You asked me what there was up there to protect And if you don’t know why don’t you tell me so I stuck my head in a half liter bottle You open the door on me when I’m in the middle of trying to enjoy my food Then you want to know why I’m so rude to you If you’d leave me alone or maybe at least just knock on the door we’d be fine We’d be fine we’d be fine oh we’d be so fine we’d be so fine we’d be fine we’d be fine

The alarm rang I reached over and I knocked my lamp across the room Had to get up out the bed and I ended up steppin all over the light bulb That’s all right, I was wearin my boots Well I met me a girl on the internet online and I thought she might've looked mighty fine Judgin by the picture she sent me I met her and uh, well I wish I didn’t Well about every time I start playin the guitar I hear a bangin from afar It’s the wall and my neighbors next door They got no appreciation nor kind I don’t mind, hell why whould I, I’m making it up as I’m going along I smoked me a carton in a week And I don’t know when I’m gonna be gettin another one to replace it Well they might say that I got a bad habit But, it’s just my uh, little skinny white friends They choke me when I’m not looking Well the AHD said we gotta keep the rooms clean if we wanna keep our VT But nobody comes to see about me Trumpet! Let’s hear it for uh, Louis Gardner on the trumpet ladies and uh, well yeah Well this trumpet player right here sucks Just like his buddy, he’s down on his luck What can I say? What can you say? Well that was something that I wasn’t expecting But then again, who is rejecting anything that comes on this recording This CD is crap I guess it ain’t really crap if you’re still listening No, that's what I said Okay this has just gotten stupid

Sittin there with my head in a speaker With my hands in rat traps Suckin down a lemon soda Soundin like crap Since my dealin's all been done No more irons in this fire Stick my head in a bag of shit Expectation and desire Piss poor and loving it Shitfaced and, yeah That's all there is to me You wouldn't know it, but