mustard

do you know what's in your mustard?
its lots of chunky stuff. aliens and bile designed to make your stomach rough
do you know why you eat it, do you love it so?
did you ever buy a brand that wasn't sold by a man
did you ever see a store that had a skull on its door
i saw one once,
they dealed in dread.
put me down some music and tried to fill my head
poison hamburgers and meat for brains
they tried to tell me that every-one was insane
they said it'd be ok, if i offed a few
i said they're alright thank you
they said are you sure, its really fun
come into the back, we've got you a gun
i said i dont got money
she said "it's alright honey. no one does. it's just a headgame."
i took a step out, i took a lift down
ate a real burger, vomitted it up
somethin nasty bout the mustard, somethin nasty bout the air
smells like napalm, waiting to flare
didn't like the place, though i liked the stock
all the cool toys and machines for solid rock
but the people were lazy and their eyes were hazy
a sound kinda drones on and no one looks around
a couple kids challenge but they're afraid to put down
no one wants to risk their life
no one wants to die so beautiful and young
i wish nobody'd die before they had fun
my girl bought some cotton candy, said it was just fine
i looked down at her and said it was a lie
she said it tasted alright,
i made her throw it out
i said don't eat that stuff, it makes your body pout
i gestured to the lazy that walked around
i said see their stomachs, large and round?
i said that's not the problem -- being fat
i said the problem lies up in their head
where their music and friends will them with dread
i said fear's the only thing that's opposite of free
i said you wanna go with me be free with me
she said lets drive home, take a bath
i said that sounds a brilliant way to relax
so we drove home from the mall
with none of its stuff
a couple shirts is all we bought and that's enough
sometimes i get phone calls, asking me to go
to see the new attraction and make the latest transaction
they say the economy won't function because of me
i laugh and say i thought about stealing these tees
my friend hangs up, insists i get a job
that involves something other then genius and laughter
i said you're in the middle of your own disaster
he didnt hear, he never does
his phone can be on, his phone can be off
he never hears me say you're gonna die one day
and are you gonna be glad you saw the mall that day
one last time, before you go
you wanna wave goodbye to the merchant who sold
you that beautiful tee, wear it for me.
wear it all nice and fancy in your casket
i'll get insomnia and start a laughter-racket.