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There is always someone to drive you crazy
In so many ways
First thing I say to you turn around
I got nothing to lose
You can take it all

Pushing forward to another day
Wait in line
Racing time
The path is blocked but there are other ways
Wishing for
Pushing for

Paint the world
Pave the earth
In front of you
Take what you can
It's all in your hand

Hallucination some may say is a silly thing
Escape it all
Levitating to fall

Pushing forward to another day
Wait in line
Racing time
The path is blocked but there are other ways
Wishing for
Pushing for

The climb is high but there's no better view
When you walk along the edge

Last thing I say to you don't turn around
You got the world to lose



First thing you said to me was to turn around
You got nothing to lose
Everywhere I go people drive me crazy in so many ways
And I can't take it all

I'm running away and I can't see
What's better for you is not best for me
Pushing forward another day
The path is blocked go the other way

I'm taking the punches
Blame it on my ignorance
It's mine to choose
It's mine to choose

Now I know some answers are never found
And that's the truth
And that's the truth

I'm running away and I can't see
What's better for you is not best for me
Pushing forward another day
The path is blocked go the other way

My name is Mud

My name is Mud
Not to be confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis
My name is mud, it's always been
'Cause I'm the most boring sons-a-bitch you've ever seen
I dress in blue-yes navy blue
From head to toe I'm rather drab except my patent shoes
I make 'em shine, well most the time
'Cept today my feet are troddin' on by this friend of mine
Six foot two and rude as hell
I got to get him in the ground before he starts to smell
My name is Mud

My name is Mud, but call me Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie
That's long for Mud so I've been told
Told that by this sons-a-bitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold
I've got my pride, I drink my wine
I drink only the finest except I haven't earned a dime in several months
Or were it years
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat
My name is Mud

My name is Mud

M-m-m-m-m-Mud

My name is Mud

(Where you goin' city folk)

All dressed in black
Eyes of attack
Coming with one hand in pocket
To take from me
Sin in the eyes I see
Sin is nice of me
Nothing left for me
Reality
Forget it

You have messed up
Can't do anything
And I have messed up
Can't do anything
You're just a fuckup
I'm just a fuckup
We're just two fuckups
At least we're fucked
Up together

So sad to see you go
I said to myself you
Know
So sad to see a mind
Disappear through
Time
Lunacy's an argued
Taste
I guess there's no time
To waste
Oh passing times it's a
Passing phase
Reality
Forget it

You have messed up
Can't do anything
And I have messed up
Can't do anything
You're just a fuckup
I'm just a fuckup
We're just two fuckups
At least we're fucked
Up together

We are two fuckups

You have messed up
Can't do anything
And I have messed up
Can't do anything
You're just a fuckup
I'm just a fuckup
We're just two fuckups
At least we're fucked
Up together

Together, together
Together, together...on
Paper

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Every time I set to write
Lyricals on the women
I always seem to end up
The victim of some terrible
ass kicking
So now I'm telling myself
Friend why you got the obsession?
Here it is now people
To the best of my recollection

It goes against my
Catholic upbringing
I admit it
I'm a sucker for The Witch
Sucker for The Witch

I can tell you precisely
Where this all began
Salem, Massachusetts
And I was hardly a man
I fell madly in love with
Some brand of Stevie Nicks
Oh, I begged and I pleaded
Like a fiend for a fix

I must unburden my
guilty conscience
I admit it
I'm a sucker for The Witch
May Gd have mercy on my
wicked soul
I can't help myself
I'm a sucker for The Witch
I might deny her
But my heart will never resist
I can't help myself
I'm a sucker

She's made her appearances
In many the rhyme
And that's my cross to bear
Until the end of time
Better call The Inquisition
Better put me to the test
Give me exorcism
For I am truly possessed

When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school,
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says "John this is not the way life's supposed to be."
"Don't you see the life that you are missing?"
And he says...
When I grow up I want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.

Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark May morning .
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn't see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled,
The fog rolled in it started raining.
"The starboard bow." "Oh my God we're going down!"
The do not hear his frantic mayday.
And he says
When I grow up I want to be,
one of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
"I'll live and die a fisherman."
Calling John the Fisherman.

The experts agreed the condition was dire
By all indications the subject should have expired
You've been banging your head like a teenaged fool
Here you've been kicked in the neck by a three legged mule

Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advanced case of the decapitation blues

Upon my release I had my suspicions
That they were too liberal and skillful with all the incisions
Cool heads prevailed and now it's all too clear to me
That reanimation is not what it's all cracked up to be

Now a congress of corpses is always in session
Debating the wisdom of my current direction
You've been banging your head like a teenaged fool
Here you've been kicked in the neck by a three legged mule