Sudden Death

Sudden Death - Brain Dead lyrics

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I'm in a Brain Dead state now my mind is a blank slate

The matter in my head is as useful as a beefcake

Walk around dazed for days at a time

My brain begins to smoke when I try to make a rhyme

If I think too hard then the thing falls apart

And my friends like to pretend they're tinter toys so they start to

Piece it back together any way that it'll fit

And become the dead brain insane maniac, quittin' time

Back for more like I've never done before

My insanity's contagious so I'm ragin' all the more

Now I'm stuck here doin' things I think are weird

Like ridin' into town on a horse like Paul Revere

When the authorities come and my mental rage is done

When my jacket gets tied in the back then the fun has just begun

Let me cough up a lung, as I said

There ain't nothin' quite like bein' seriously brain dead

Well the beat flows in and goes out the other ear

What I hear that remains get straind like a sieve

Soul the only survivor to live

Makin' another bad creation like my name was Biv

Give me the time of day and I lose it in a second

To the abyss in my head ya know it's something to be recokned with

Like Biff coming back from the future cuz I'm lost in time

Pay no attention cuz I got no mind

Gilligan's next of kin I'm a bumblin' fool

With no control of motor skills I'm prone to drown in my drool

In college got F's got no knowlege can't explain

Like the Wiz's scarecrow because I haven't got a brain

Oh I can tell you why

The ocean's near the shore

To look smart I paint myself so I look well red

Drinkin Drano can't explain oh I'm probably brain dead

I hang around town with Grandpa Simpson

I'm waitin' for my head to explode like Bill Plympton

Then we can really have fun and go pick up the pieces

And eat ‘em as a candy like Reese's

Pulsing brain causing agonizing pain

Drives a red-head insane no cure for the strange

No escape from Dementia brain gets no deader

No pain, no brain, and it gets no better

Came along for the ride now I wanna get off

But all the doctors say is turn your head and cough

They just strap me down tight and pump me full of medication

Pack me up and send me on a permanent vacation

I would come to visit but I'm right down the hall

In my own padded cell happy drawings and all

Ain't nothin' gonna fix the imbalance in my head

I'm doomed to live the rest of my life brain dead

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