How Soon is Now

I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I'm the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth,
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I'm the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth,
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet someone who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry and you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen 'now'
When exactly do you mean?
See, I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

Someday
Not one in particular

Flagpole Sitta

Flagpole Sitta-Harvey Danger

I had visions, I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
to see a little bit clearer
the rottenness and evil in me

fingertips have memories
mine can't forget the curves of your body
and when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(but no one ever does)

I'm not sick but I'm not well
and I'm so hot cause I'm in hell

been around the world and found
that only stupid people are breeding
the cretins cloning and feeding
and I don't even own a tv

put me in the hospital for nerves
and then they had to commit me
you told them all i was crazy
they cut off my legs now I'm an amputee, god damn you

I'm not sick but I'm not well
and I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
and it's a sin to live so well

I wanna publish zines
and rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
it doesn't hurt, it feels fine
the trivial sublime
i'd like to turn off time
and kill my mind
you kill my mind

paranoia paranoia
everybody's coming to get me
just say you never met me
I'm running underground with the moles, digging holes
hear the voices in my head
i swear to god it sounds like they're snoring
but if you're bored then you're boring
the agony and the irony, they're killing me

I'm not sick but I'm not well
and I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
and it's a sin to live this well.