Zero Wheels - Pears

I’ve never done my taxes

I can’t even cook an egg

And I never broke the ceiling

But I broke my stupid leg

Back when I was just a kiddie

I was climbing up the slide

Cause the simplest equations

Leave me deeply mystified

Zero wheels in my wheelhouse

Hop in my chryster

It’s as big as a whale

And it’s thar she fuckin' blowin'

Blazin' insular trails

With a capacity for knowledge

Only geared toward petty crime

If you’ve never gotten started

You can stop on a dime

I got

Zero wheels in my wheelhouse baby

Just tire irons and cinderblocks

For terms of my improvement

Open up to section 8

Cause I require more assistance

Than you might anticipate

I learned early to accept

The things I can control

And now I never lift a finger

But to dig myself a Hole and count

Zero wheels in my whellhouse baby

Just tire irons and cinderblocks

I’m doin' donuts in a driveway

Dreamscape, one square foot landlocked

Making noise, and breaking all my toys

And throwin a goddamn fit

Is all I’ve ever known

The pencil marks the none I’ve grown

A La-Z-boy my throne

I am complete

Disappointing whole

Zero wheels