| 7:00 AM wake up again, smile on my face. Where do I begin? Gotta know, have I sinned? Where do I begin, no; Smile fades, grimace placed. Slapping on a plastic face, time to face; Those outside, the human race. Walk outside, out the door, Solemnly like days before. Having dreams I wanna explore, but no. Gotta be a Mixed Media Man, pretend to fly like Peter Pan. Colors thrown into a fan, where do I begin, no? Gotta be a Mixed Media Man, being called an Oil Can. I think I need a CAT Scan, like a brain on drugs; an egg in a pan. Straddle my legs, know what's in store. When I open that door, Wanna be like Dumbledore, Dead. Spoilers! Spoiler, Spoiled rotten egg. Un-straddle both your legs, come join us instead oh. Pose for the camera, pose some more. A mannequin from a clothing store. You're a prop, nothing more. Otherwise, you're just a bore. Gotta be a Mixed Media Man, pretend to fly like Peter Pan. Colors thrown into a fan, where do I begin, no? Gotta be a Mixed Media Man, being called an Oil Can. I think I need a CAT Scan, like a brain on drugs; an egg in a pan. |