"Weird Little Man-Child" lyrics
He hides in voyeuristic fantasy
Sex and blood, and stale coffee
A child over 40
He's a crybaby
He can't properly communicate how he feels
But that's okay
He's got his comic books and he's got a tv
He's gross and gives himself diseases
And he only wants what pleases
His appetite is now out of control
He watches movies by himself
He's pushed away everyone else
Taking lonely walks while he talks
And he's on a roll
He's got a brain but he won't use it
Offer common sense and he'll refuse it
He doesn't mean to be unkind
Talk to him and you will find
That he's so unaware
To him nothing matters
He's made up his make believe nightmare
He's just waiting to die
He's killing time as life goes by
It's pointless to ask why
He doesn't care
(Maybe because I don't know)
Erosion
Inside his mind
He has chosen
To be disinclined
And frozen
When it's time to make decisions
Grow up
It's not his thing
He won't show up
For anything
You can shut up
He's imagining that he's saving virgins
From the beast with 13 dicks
Its tentacles penetrating chicks
A hero punches and he kicks
Blood and cum everywhere
(Get away from her you foul beast)
(Hey it's okay sweet mamma, I'm here to help you get out of here)
(No really I'll save you, you can be my girlfriend)
(I like sex!)
What was your point, he wasn't listening
He stayed up all night and now he's daydreaming
About nothing of importance
If it were, he'd be on the fence
And he wants his happy place
On mamma's tit, not giving a shit
So get out of his face
He hates the status quo
He just wants to watch the horror show
He's 100% weirdo
He hates bigots, he hates busybodies
He hates bullies, he hates little snotties
He hates the common world view
He hates me and he hates you
And boy, he's gonna carry that hate
He's gonna carry that hate
For a long time
And boy, he's gonna carry that hate
Carry that hate
A long time
Sex and blood, and stale coffee
A child over 40
He's a crybaby
He can't properly communicate how he feels
But that's okay
He's got his comic books and he's got a tv
He's gross and gives himself diseases
And he only wants what pleases
His appetite is now out of control
He watches movies by himself
He's pushed away everyone else
Taking lonely walks while he talks
And he's on a roll
He's got a brain but he won't use it
Offer common sense and he'll refuse it
He doesn't mean to be unkind
Talk to him and you will find
That he's so unaware
To him nothing matters
He's made up his make believe nightmare
He's just waiting to die
He's killing time as life goes by
It's pointless to ask why
He doesn't care
(Maybe because I don't know)
Erosion
Inside his mind
He has chosen
To be disinclined
And frozen
When it's time to make decisions
Grow up
It's not his thing
He won't show up
For anything
You can shut up
He's imagining that he's saving virgins
From the beast with 13 dicks
Its tentacles penetrating chicks
A hero punches and he kicks
Blood and cum everywhere
(Get away from her you foul beast)
(Hey it's okay sweet mamma, I'm here to help you get out of here)
(No really I'll save you, you can be my girlfriend)
(I like sex!)
What was your point, he wasn't listening
He stayed up all night and now he's daydreaming
About nothing of importance
If it were, he'd be on the fence
And he wants his happy place
On mamma's tit, not giving a shit
So get out of his face
He hates the status quo
He just wants to watch the horror show
He's 100% weirdo
He hates bigots, he hates busybodies
He hates bullies, he hates little snotties
He hates the common world view
He hates me and he hates you
And boy, he's gonna carry that hate
He's gonna carry that hate
For a long time
And boy, he's gonna carry that hate
Carry that hate
A long time
