Fur Balls

Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, the rain pours The cat coughed up one of her fur balls And I cleaned it up and ten minutes later she was snoring And the rain kept pouring and pouring Tapping on my roof like fingertips on the face of a banjo There's a crack in the seal of my window Two decades in a hundred year old building will show its wear and tear Many have come and gone but I won't go Not yet, no no, no no no This is my haiku of the day: "I didn't do much At home I laid in my bed In my bed I stayed" Yeah, the cat threw up one of her fur balls I thought you wondered what us rock stars did on our days off Does it upset you that we clean up fur balls? Are you mad that I laid in bed all day scratching my balls? If you're upset, please don't write things on the restroom walls It's depressing enough in the restroom stalls Don't write ugly things on the walls, it ain't good for you Don't write hateful things on the walls Well all the bitches are whining and whining Me and the black ocean are shining When I talk, a lot get spoke We don't need to, me and the black ocean I just told you, we don't need to For we are shining, shining, shining... Nature's leisure, your brain is picturing your tongue on a clear A sweet mouth on your dick, everyone in this world are hypocrites We're all half bloods and we're all half crips Dirty sluts, your mind in the gutter Your brain has a picture of you jerking off on Earth We're all just searching and we're all full of shit We're all just searching, baby, and we're all full of shit We're all just searching, baby, and we're all full of shit We're all just searching, baby, and we're all full of shit The rain tonight is splattering on my roof like A thousand drops of a hundred years' worth of leftover chicken curry She smiled and up to my right on the bookcase Is William Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Damn you all, damn you You will, will you? You will, will you? You think you will? The bones of glass crack Flapping slow and heavy, all it is What's your name, little girl? What's your name, little girl? A woman is either a lady or not Something no longer heard in a lacker's mouth I will sweep past your door, door, door I was not who was not who was not who After a while the laughter ran out What did you do today? Did you love or did you hate? Did you bury their dead body or were they cremated? And when they died, did you write beautiful words for them? I know you did, I know you did Cause if you didn't, what is you is? What is you if you got no words for the dead? I got words for the dead and so do you You got words for the dead Cause if you don't, then what is you is? So mind you mind you mind you mind you mind you Benjy Not Quentin or Dalton or Jason III or Dilsey He 33, he ain't equipped mentally or emotionally And he cry and he cry and he cry like a baby It's a cry that we all cry deep inside When somebody does us wrong or injures our little baby pride Men don't let other men know that they are crying Men want the other man to think he is high flying And I know we are flying high brother, for we are shining We both know when the other is crying, for we are shining Am I sinking or am I climbing? A little of both as we all are, or we'd be lying Well for our attention the bitches are pining Where you at, black? Are you there, my brother? Something tells me you are my brother from another mother I'm down here in New Orleans, I'm here in New Orleans And where the fuck are you? I know where you are, for we are shining You're driving around in your Mercedes, driving the ladies crazy And I'm sleeping in a lot late lately Fighting against the temptation to be lazy And that's it