heavenlyfury

Don't you hate it when you're at work at 3:30am and suddenly NEED to have sex, otherwise you might just actually burst into flames? I don't know why this happens to me so much, I have plenty of sex - there's no logical explanation other than I have a preternaturally hyperactive sex drive, which is not a comforting one. Oh well, I'm going to go have a cigarette and leave you with this little bit.


I am a scientist
I seek to understand me
All of my impurities
And needles yet unknown
I am a journalist
I write to you to show you
I am an incurable
And nothing else behaves like me

And I know what's right
But I'm losing sight of the clues
For which I search and choose to abuse
To just unlock my mind
Yeah, just unlock my mind

I am a pharmacist
Prescriptions I will fill you
Potions, pills and medicines
To ease your painful lives
I am a lost soul
I shoot myself with rock 'n' roll
The hole I dig is bottomless
But nothing else can set me free

And I know what's right
But I'm losing sight of the clues
For which I search and choose to abuse
To just unlock my mind
Yeah, just unlock my mind

I am a scientist
I seek to understand me
I am an incurable
Nothing else behaves like me

Everything is right
Everything works out fine
Everything fades from sight
Because that's alright with me

I love Robert Pollard... I said I wanted to get these lyrics incorporated into my next tattoo and Scott (my better half)told me he thought I was missing the irony... I don't think he fully understands just how self-deprecating my sense of humor can be. I love irony, even, and perhaps especially, when it's offensive.