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 ♪ 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