Slacker, a person who shirts his work or duty A person who evades military service in the wartime I know one thing, man, I'm gonna have my kicks Before the whole shit house goes up in flame You know what I'm sayin'? Eat, drink and be merry, tomorrow you may die That's what life's about, man, good times, a little salad Yo yo, I'm a product of reaganomics, neurotic They sayin' homage is gone up, inhaling chronic The oddest I'm stayin' honest, I'm 'bout to make it famous So you can take that J O B and you can shove it up your anus I ain't never understood how the world works But I always understood why the girls twerk For a baller not a 9 to 5 Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes So I just, grip my piece, rip off fleece Out to take your lip off chief, with my peeps We ruthless, if you got money then deuce it Goofs get toothless, with loose off 2 fifths, we useless I wanna kick it but ain't got the dough Sneak in the concert, trip and make 'em stop the show We gots to go, push me and I sock the po' Gettin' the bail from my parents is impossible (I'm a slacker) Never did I have a lotta dough (I'm a slacker) Smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) Go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know (I'm a slacker) Every time I take a look around (I'm a slacker) Stuck up on the faces around (I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker) I don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound? Now you can tell by my everyday fits, I ain't rich I sneak with a piece when I grit I'm just another gat man caught up in the mix Tryna take your dollar and your 15 cents, I grind with a pistol I stay rid of you lames, y'all gay, I play video games all day When Kans City Mo brangs, it's gritty slow game We diddy-bop with really no change, y'all pay And people holla, "How you do that there "Why your pants hanging low, and why you grew that hair?" Lightin' a bleezle or with my people ridin' a Regal Always in trouble with coppers 'cause we drivin' illegal I ain't never givin' them lee-way to hear me nay The judicial assembly's gay hey I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day Tryin' get with Def Jam, Loud or MCA (I'm a slacker) Never did I have a lotta dough (I'm a slacker) Smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) Go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know (I'm a slacker) Every time I take a look around (I'm a slacker) Stuck up on the faces around (I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker) I don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound? Yo yo check Get to the party and my homies got to pay for me Holidays them just be another day for me Gettin drunk, hopin' I get to the crib safely Pray for me, 'cause I'm needin' money majorly Sit at home watchin' MTV with a empty Never buy it, don't deny it, I'm the fear I'ma be You say get a job? I say hit a knob 'Cause the way you run the world is every bit a fraud So what you askin' me? You get no tax from me I got whites, natives, and Mexicans, and blacks with me I'm tryin' get up there with Master P, pass the D 'Cause that's the way it has to be We bust to be free, we trust to be G So fuck who be glee, it sucks to be me (I'm a slacker) Never did I have a lotta dough (I'm a slacker) Smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) Go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know (I'm a slacker) Every time I take a look around (I'm a slacker) Stuck up on the faces around (I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker) I don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound? (I'm a slacker) Never did I have a lotta dough (I'm a slacker) Smoking pot and watching videos (I'm a slacker) Go whichever way the wind blows Those just tuning in, I'm just lettin' you know (I'm a slacker) Every time I take a look around (I'm a slacker) Stuck up on the faces around (I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker) I don't do enough, I just fool around Y'all can go to hell, how does that sound? I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker

And without comedy I don't know if I could be me Only thing separating Being loved from being hated And if I weren't funny I don't think that you would like me I'm not what you really think I think I have the joking disease Andy Kaufman was the king But women weren't the only thing He was wrestling Carlin could've had everything But he's the greatest 'Cause he came to his senses Robin Williams appeared happy But it's apparent now that he'd Always been struggling With what genuinity means The performance is a means of retreat Because if it weren't for comedy I wouldn't realize that everything on TV Was about as authentic as asking A stranger how their day is going With salt like this some is Bound to end up in the wound As soon as one quip is made Another is in the queue Whether or not I'm being sincere No one would have a clue Because every second thing I say Isn't remotely true Maybe it's just a way to mask how I feel The ability to pass off anything Was the appeal Having genuine discourse now Would feel surreal I think I'm much too far past The point of being real And if I weren't funny I don't think that you would like me Only thing separating Being loved from being hated And if I weren't funny I don't think that I could be me Only thing that is allowing Me to be any sort of interesting And without comedy The act committing to being oblique I wouldn't realize that everything on TV Was about as real as me And if I weren't funny I don't think that you would like me Thoughts would coincide with speaking I'd tell you how I really feel And if I weren't funny I don't think that you would like me I'm not what you really think I think I have the joking disease "Thank you so much."

Roommates are very hard to please Can't even get away with Keeping my keys on my belt loop What kind of petty shit is that? Already put on my shoes on the welcome mat If I could relate to anybody, it'd be Costanza 'Cause my life is plagued by minor inconveniences And I can't stand it ("Can't stand ya!") Helps build character though But at what cost? Can't even seem to keep a girl for a week And then I'm chasing her Halfway across the country I wish life was like Seinfeld So I could have a laugh track over Every time that I got hurt By a girl or by a friend I really want this episode to end So I can move on to see you Nothing left in my room but a bed And that's all that's left to remind me Of you, after you left ("I think it moved") When you walked in on one of them naked Pretty sure he hadn't just been swimming So he couldn't even fake it ("I was in the pool!") I can't take it Don't understand a word of what the Baby downstairs is crying about Wish I could be more sympathetic But I'm not bilingual Unless we talkin' Mexican! ("We speak Spanish, pendejo") Car Seat Headrest got me in the rear Recording vocals so my roommates wouldn't hear Although in my room is where I'll produce beats Only sound you hear is me tapping at the keys On the laptop even though I got a MIDI But the connection's loose So that was kind of a waste of my money One more thing to strip my pride from me If my life were televised I'd maybe find it a bit more funny I wish life was like Seinfeld So I could have a laugh track over Every time that I got hurt By a girl or by a friend I really want this episode to end Our relationship might have started out A bit too physical for me And that is not what I'm into I'd rather get to know you Before I see your skin Should I stay or should I go? Finally established myself somewhere Other than my hometown But everyone I know is gone Except my roommates and their unending problems Roommates are very hard to please Can't even get away with making my smoothie In the morning before work Gotta do it the night before The consistency won't be the same And I can't drink it anymore I wish life was like Seinfeld So I could have a laugh track over Every time that I got hurt By a girl or by a friend I really want this song to end

I'm gonna feel every feelin' in the book tonight Fuck the hurt Fuck the pain Fuck the panic Fuck the hate I wanna feel every feelin' in the book tonight And only love Only love and happiness will remain (ooh-ooh-ooh) Only love and happiness will remain (ooh-ooh-ooh) I wanna feel every feelin' in the book tonight (ooh-ooh-ooh) Fuck the panic Fuck the hurt Fuck the sadness Fuck the shame (ooh-ooh-ooh) I'm gonna feel every feelin' (ooh-ooh-ooh) And only love Only love will remain (ooh-ooh-ooh) Only love will remain (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh)

Ooh-la-ooh Shalaika, ooh-la-ooh-la-ooh-ooh Ooh-la-ooh Shalaika, ooh-la-ooh-la-ooh-ooh I set up a camp in the center of town Ready for freedom when it all comes down Snapping my fingers, walking around I'm the dusty jewel in the thrown-out crown Got a bus pass to make my way From hideout to hideout in the heat of the day I got a talisman tote with the whole array And when you catch my coat-tails, I'll be miles away Restless year It was another restless year It was a restless year For a while, we had no fear Yeah, nobody knows in the all-night diner Rolling with Rose and Miss Mary L. Steiner You can't pin her down, you can't define her Dostoevsky, dime store copy Ooh-la-ooh Shalaika, ooh-la-ooh-la-ooh Ooh-la-ooh Shalaika, ooh-la-ooh-la-ooh Making the rounds in my five-dollar dress I can't go home, though I'm not homeless I'm just another savage in the wilderness And if you can't calm down you can listen to this Death is my former employer Death is my own Tom Sawyer Death waits for me to destroy her I never wanna die and I'll never grow older, yeah Ooh-la-ooh Shalaika, ooh-la-ooh-la-ooh-ooh Ooh-la-ooh Shalaika, ooh-la-ooh-la-ooh-ooh Restless year It was another restless year It was a restless year Don't tell me anything I don't want to hear

I've been here for so many years I've been here for so many years And I've been down, down, down And I've been down, down, down I've been down, down, down underneath your town I'm just down, down, down I haven't grown or changed one bit I haven't grown or changed I haven't grown or changed I haven't grown or changed I haven't grown or changed and I've been so strange I haven't grown or changed (You look great) (Oh, no, no, no) (We're getting close) (You look just gorgeous and the atmosphere) (Oh, my goodness) I am gonna meet my God Someday, I'm gonna meet my God I'm gonna meet my God I'm gonna meet my God I'm gonna meet my God on the Day of the Dog I'm gonna meet my God Can't touch me now No, boys, you can't touch me now Please touch me now You can't touch me now You can't touch me now, can't take me down You can't touch me now

My body was made this particular way There's really nothing any old patrician can say Your social police can just get out of my face And my body was made My body was made this particular way Recurrent desire never totally tamed Oh, honey, I've tried and tried to explain it away But my body was made His body's a ship with an impenetrable hull His bedroom shelves lined up with animal skulls It's making me feel an irresistible pull His body was made (Ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ah) (Ooh) (Hey, hey, hey) My body was made with this attribute too The need to become something totally new Mysterious process that don't involve you Body was made Body was made, so just fucking relax Don't pile my plate with historical facts I want to go forward, don't want to go back And my body was made (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (Ooh) (Ooh, ooh-ooh) (Break) Your body is yours at the end of the day And don't let the hateful try and take it away We want to be free, yeah, we go our own way Yes, our body was made, oh (Ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh-ooh) (Ah)

You know I love you so bad I don't believe in love You know I love you so bad, so bad You know I love you so bad Like the kid in the back of the classroom Who can't do the math 'Cause he can't see the blackboard, so bad You know I love you so bad Like the kid skipping class in the bathrooms Sneaking cigarettes underneath the football bleachers, baby, so bad You know I love you so bad (so bad, so, so bad) Like the kids growing up to be criminals (so bad, so, so bad) Tearing pages out the back of the hymnals (so bad) The love notes baby, so bad (so bad, so bad) Still remember so bad The nights Mom got drunker than Dad did She told me, "Never hang out with the bad kids" Well, what can you say to that? I always knew I was bad Always dreaming so they called me the Spaceman You first kissed me in your parent's blue basement Wanted you baby, so bad Sometimes we got out of hand We bought drugs from a parking attendant But sober nights in your car were transcendent Loved you baby, so bad You know I loved you so bad (so bad, so, so bad) Somehow you got yourself accepted to college (so bad, so, so bad) You said there had to be a way out of all this (so bad) Garbage small town rat trap (so bad) You moved away that was that (so bad, so, so bad) You still send me the occasional email (so bad, so, so bad) I got a dumb job working in retail (so bad) Miss you baby so, so bad (so bad, so bad) I drew your name in the sand I came to the beach 'cause we used to go here I watched the blue wave cover it over Do what the ocean does best I know the past is the past Well then again, the present's nothing without it I feel fine, don't even feel sad about it I just love you baby so, so bad So bad, so bad Oh man, oh

Black hole hips she looks like some sort of insect buzzing across the floor toward me I can't think. she's looking at me With those green eyes, shining on me like floodlights way in the back of New York city She said she'd take me down to Cocomo We went to Cocomo, indiana Where she told me her real name was Diana, at the gas station. Something about her reminds me of the united states Sprawling across the west and all the glory And imagination Highway 25 divides the great plains from the rocky mountains And colorado springs, coal-mining town Some lady wrote america the beautiful, Sitting on top of pike's peak up there Looking way, way down. way, way down And I don't know how it happened but here we are on the dance floor together, After all these years and I know her real name now I know who wrote america the beautiful And I hear a voice singing in my ear saying Don't turn your back on love No, don't turn your back on love, You idiot You fool Don't you do it And I mean i want to go over your house whenever you want me to come over to your house. But that's no reason To turn your back on love Heartbreak is my roommate now We live together,and we share the rent We have long conversations before we go to sleep in bed at night Ooh, long conversations And I can't lie, I'm on the street inside the street in new york city, Or in boston, or chicago. whatever city i happen to be in at the time. I'm on the same street. Mhm And heartbreak is my roommate Yes it's hard, of course it's hard. It's supposed to be hard. but i can still hear her voice it's calling, It's calling, calling, but it's whispering, Whispering in my ear saying Don't turn your back on love No, don't turn your back on love, My love. what am i supposed to do? say no? Something about her reminds me of the united states Sprawling across the west in all the glory. And imagination She spans the seas and the deserts and the forests and the mountains, She brings it all back together in one big lovely package Oh, baby, oh never turn my back on love Not while you're around to whisper in my ear After all these years, Diana Is that what is was? Don't forget me No, don't forget me. I can't forget you How could I ever forget you? Oh, don't forget me. Don't turn your back on love I won't turn my back on love. Can't forget you How could I forget you?