Tight-Lipped Broadcast

By the Angry Clown

I don't know what to write.
Feel like keepin' my lips sealed up tight.
Then no one will know me.
I'll stay alone and free.
Keep my feelings off my sleeve, drop 'em on and I'll have no reprieve.
I feel like going on a rampage, lay to waste the whole stage.
Sometimes I just don't feel right, so I keep my lips sealed up tight.
Sure, let it all out, let everyone know what I'm thinkin' about.
There's too much frustration, I'm sendin' it out of this station to broadcast things that aren't so nice.
These thoughts and ideas are armies of lice, set to crawl through your brains like angry two-ton trains.
Bring me to the cesspool, where everyone is so god damn cool.
Slick and smooth, they'll f*** you off of any groove.
Take, take, take, better have an iron rake.
See all the scum rise to the top of a foul f***ing lake.
Slither slide and turn, squirm burn and churn.
Suck, suck, suck.
One day leeches learn.