Thanks to Uncle Stacy

I ride the brake until the top of the hill
 You're asking me to swallow a pillow
 That is bigger than my body
 It's bigger than my will
 We crash against the radio waves
 They infiltrate and feast on our brains
 I pump my inner ear with silence
 But that only makes things worse
 I soak my eyeballs deep in violence
 But then my heart begins to hurt
 Oh, well, irony, ironically
 Becomes the standard recipe for normalcy
 Who discovered what and how much longer
 'Til it's cool again is all lost on me
 (This is not a democracy, this is a legacy)
 Well I might ride my bicycle around
 I passed out near the old playground
 And woke up to some kids
 Sticking safety pins in my head
 I shook 'em off and I fought with their moms
 They made some accusations and then called the cops
 I tried to ride away but then they maced me
 And old man Jimmy left me for dead
 I woke up in the morning feeling ornery and I did it again
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 The pencil dances in the palms of my hands
 The naked page patiently waits for inspiration
 But it's wasted once again
 And it's judging me so hard
 My Uncle Stacy is a magical man
 He lives alone out in the desert
 Eating cactus, making potions out of sand
 And he sends them to my mom
 And I can't leave the house without one
 Well I might ride my bicycle around
 I passed out near the old playground
 And woke up to the kiss
 Of an interdimensional being on my lips
 I shook it off and then reached in my pocket
 It screamed something in Latin as I pulled the top off Uncle Stacy's potion
 It exploded and sucked it straight into the abyss
 Thanks to Uncle Stacy, I'll be riding in the morning again