Probably Something Cliche

Manic-Depressive Mailman

The Stand-up Comedian (1)

I don't wanna move

But I really have to use the bathroom

And I don't wanna talk

It's hard to do anything when you live under a rock

Dark humor like mangled corpses

It's so easy to laugh at

Now I remember that I've always been tortured

Just forget that I said that

And I wanna be happy

But I can't with all this clapping

Echoes of silence resounding through my ears

Nothing is there, but nothing makes up my fears

Double entandres from clever authors

I wish I could explain with some jokes

My life is submerged under water

I wish I could explain with some jokes

And nobody's listening in the theatre

I wish I could explain with some jokes

I'm drinking a lot, been drinking liters

And the most taboo you can get

The better the joke I'd explain my thoughts to you with 

I studied mental illness for my novel

It isn't anything to do with personal interests

I studied myself, reflections off glass bottles

I'm just a sock puppet

Wanna hire a new puppeteer?

Nothing is there, but nothing makes up my fears

Double entandres from clever authors

I wish I could explain with some jokes

My life is submerged under water

I wish I could explain with some jokes

And nobody's listening in the theatre

I wish I could explain with some jokes

I'm drinking a lot, been drinking liters

And the most taboo you can get

The better the joke I'd explain my thoughts to you with

And the loudest sound I've ever heard

Is a sleeping boy with a mechanical bird

Squeaking wheels and rusty parts

He wasn't robot, he had a heart

So inhuman, so unreal

The boy and his bird will never heal

And the quietest noise that's ever shrieked

Is a boy who lets out his last scream

And I know I'm gonna die young

And he knew his dad owned a gun

Ask him why he waited so long

He wouldn't answer, "because of this song"