Waiting for the Punchline

Lyrics

At the back of your house At the end of my rope I put my foot into it this time good I'm grinding teeth Just don't think about it We used to joke about it: "Let's have lunch sometime" Waiting for the punchline That punchline Well if money talks Must be losing my hearing If opportunity knocked I guess I wasn't home But you're giving in Giving in by inches If you can't see that You must be going blind Waiting for the punchline Whoo! Picture this: Hung head, hung jury, well hungover Sitting in my stinking dead man's shoes With a blister-dick stuck in the crack of the past Like the holy waiting to roll Counting off the fractures in my argument So I have a few beers to loosen the gears So I have a few beers to loosen the gears And we stagger on the bridge in anticipation Leap for joy at the abomination New words for the same old affliction White blues with a bad complexion Four black wannabes, one nigga hater I hate the idea But just dig this conclusion You know, I hate the idea But just dig this conclusion Dig this conclusion Whoo! Oh, get off my back Easy on the upholstery This race has run me ragged Time to change my skin I can't get no sleep And I'm tired of trying Insomnia's another word For too much on your mind Waiting for the punchline Waiting for the punchline