Can of Worms - Buck 65

You ain’t feeling me, until you feel what I feel

I ride by myself, on one wheel

But I deal with the fact that you take

What you get and ignore

The shit and the piss

That goes with the territory

Compare the story stuck to the fridge

To that of the hermit living under the bridge

One counts his blessings and asks what are my debts?

The other collects cash and butterfly nets

Talk about stuck, you can’t even begin to know

Pants around my ankles and I’m waiting for the wind to blow

Waiting for the sun to shine — question mark — underline

I’m looking for the perfect break

It seems as though there’re none to find

The highest heel couldn’t make me feel inferior

'cause you can’t ever really camouflage your interior

So even though sometimes I hide in the undergrowth

I say my graces as if I were under oath

By the skin of my teeth and by the hair on my chin

Guess, but you’ll never know, where I have been

Around the block twice, across hell’s half acre

I gave my girl a kiss and the devil a backbreaker

When it’s not classified you can’t expect to rank it

All I need is my pen and my electric blanket

Take that away and I’ll have nothing left

Unless you include my love

In which case death is not an option

And neither is brainwashing

So when you enter my temple

Maintain caution — don’t speak

You can’t speak intelligently

Forget your dynamite and skeleton key

When the mob comes running with pitchforks and torches I’ll be safe and

surrounded by sound

Inside my fortress walls

The waters at the moat are alligator-infested

Every situation has later been tested

After the initial hypothesis posed

The machine is out of order and the office is closed

The boss called in sick

And the crew’s at lunch

It’s weird wearing two different shoes at once

It’s all water under the bridge, it’ll make sense one day when the sun sets

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