My container is full of files
That plug in with three silver wires
An out of date IO the machine is junk
My time capsule won't tell me much
Aluminum towers lookin egg shell blank
No Vegas glitter no human stank
I giant egg carton shoved under the ground
And I'm a mile from a mile from a mile away
From Party Away From Party
Well I got my prints clipped
Two eyes replaced
A 7 digit number
Stamped in my face
I'm feeling so high
I'll ride it till I kill the whale
Kill the whale
My ship blowing by
I'll rage until I kill the whale
My T assistant is coughing mildly
She thinks that's how we greeted in my day
She pulls me around but won't show me a
Party Party PARTY
I'm a weary traveler get your hands off me
Let me think of something get your hands off me
Let me catch my breath well yeah you're poking now
You're poking at me where's my party where's my party
Taking ten injections for the atrophy
Well I'm quite allergic to the new vaccines
I'm feeling so high
I'll ride it till I kill the whale
Kill the whale
My ship blowing by
I'll rage until I kill the whale
I want to party
I want to party
I want to party
I want to party
I want to take a call in America
I want to take a shower at a small motel
I want to unwrap a variety pack of
My Frosted Flakes and my Sugar Smacks
I want drop my change in a sewer vent
I want to see Judge Judy sitting there on the bench
I want to tell a story 'bout my old friends
But I can't make sense no I can't make sense of it