12/19/2023 0 Comments Junkie with plastic eyeballs lyrics![]() ![]() But like the great satirists, he's an artist that pokes fun at the raw hand he's been dealt. Growing more cynical, time's candle is wearing down and he's stuck in the wax, a miniscule termite choking on lifeless, impoverished matter-a mere scavenger like the urban pigeon. He's also feeling a bit burned by false promises from a phony society (don't believe everything that you breathe: they're chimps, they're a ditching girlfriend, they're an evil bozo nightmare that doesn't like his cynical lyrics, yet creates the low-class world he lives in). chimps, pigeons, turkeys) reflect his low self-image, his impulsive nature at the time. Most of the dumb animal metaphors (monkeys vs. Another interpretation is that "the loser" image is a degenerate illusion created by society, and he's thrusting a middle finger at it.īeck wrote this as a starving folk-artist on a serious funk. He refuses to go away, daring the gas-chamber society-or his girlfriend-to kill him. The fun, hip, carefree beat and free-style hip-hop rhymes tells us that he's a clown, smiling at his own misery-and the satire is what is going to keep him going. ![]() ![]() (I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change I can feel it)īeck wrote this as a starving folk-artist on a serious funk. Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hateĪnd my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite Slap the turkey neck and it's hangin' on a pigeon wing The daytime crap with the folksinger slop With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job One's got on the pole shove the other in a bag I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?īanned all the music with a phony gas chamberĬause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park So shave your face with some mace in the dark You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve Someone keeps sayin' I'm insane to complainĪbout a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt Got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control Kill the headlights and put it in neutral With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetablesĭog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkeyīutane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie ![]()
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