Wipeout

I don't know what it's meant to mean
 If it doesn't sound real
 Or if it's just what it seems
 I don't remember, I forgot what I said
 But don't let it go to your head
 And don't hold me it's just the sound that I make
 And what do you care what I say anyway
 Unless you choose to hear me confuse
 I guess I got nothin' to lose
 No one's really complaining
 About the pouring rain
 Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends
 And they all look so happy our pissed-off friends
 The sound is totally fake
 It's kind of like the noise that a cow makes:
 Stupid, no more than stupid, so dumb I ought to be beaten
 Should be cooked and then be eaten - chewed right down
 Planted like corn in the ground
 To be fed to the hogs...
 No one's really complaining
 About the pouring rain
 Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends
 And they all seem so happy our pissed-off friends
 Like a wipeout I hit my face
 Right down like a turtle by the fireplace
 Glass eyes starin' to the rear
 On the table is a baby with five ears
 And the baby's has plans to an airplane
 The product of his big fat brain
 And out in the bushes he hears
 A small voice ringing in his extra ears
 Like a wipeout I hit my face
 Right down like a turtle by the fireplace
 Glass eyes starin' to the rear
 On the table is a baby with five ears
 And the baby's has plans to an airplane
 The product of his big fat brain
 And out in the bushes he hears
 A small voice ringing
 No one's really complaining
 About the pouring rain
 There's no sense in explaining
 All the sense has been drained
 Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends
 And they all look so happy our pissed-off friends
 Somewhere off in the sunset the river bends
 And they all look so happy our pissed-off friends