What’s the frequency, Kenneth Is your Benzedrine, uh-huh? I was brain-dead, locked out, numb Not up to speed
I thought I’d pegged you, an idiot’s dream Tunnel vision from the outsider’s screen I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I’d studied your cartoons, radio Music, TV, movies, magazines Richard said, “Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy”
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
What’s the frequency, Kenneth Is your Benzedrine, uh-huh? Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror Doggin’ the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I couldn’t understand You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh I couldn’t understand You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn’t understand I never understood
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake Birds and snakes, an aeroplane Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves it’s own needs, don’t mis-serve your own needs Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt, no strength No ladder structure, clatter with fear of height, down height
Wire in a fire, representing seven games in a Government for hire and a combat site left her Wasn’t coming in a hurry with the Furies breathing down your neck
Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered, crop Look at that low plane, fine, then Uh, oh, overflow, population, common group But it’ll do, save yourself, serve yourself
World serves it’s own needs listen to your heart bleed Tell me with the rapture and the revered and the right Right you vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light Feeling pretty psyched
It’s the end of the world as we know it It’s the end of the world as we know it It’s the end of the world as we know it And I feel fine
Six o’clock, TV hour, don’t get caught in foreign towers Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting Every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a motive, step down, step down Watch your heel crush, crush, uh, oh, this means No fear, cavalier, renegade, steer clear A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline
It’s the end of the world as we know it It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) And I feel fine, I feel fine
It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (It’s time I had some time alone)
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right? Right
It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) And I feel fine
It’s the end of the world as we know it It’s the end of the world as we know it It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) And I feel fine
It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) And I feel fine
It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) And I feel fine, fine
Stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction, wonder why you haven’t Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live, wonder why you haven’t before
If you are confused, check with the sun Carry a compass to help you along Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around, so
Stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction, wonder why you haven’t Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live, wonder why you haven’t before
Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around If wishes were trees, the trees would be falling Listen to reason, season is calling
Stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction, wonder why you haven’t Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live, wonder why you haven’t before…
Homie Williams & The Bored American Gospel 