Don't pull over for my funeral.
Don't you stop for me.
Cause I'll be gone, maybe carried on, and life is too short, and gas ain't cheap.
Whatever darkness may befall me.
Whatever test my heart does fail.
Whenever God decides to call me, and sends my soul straight to hell.
(cause I'm sure that's where I'm goin')
Don't pull over for my funeral.
Just get to where you need to be. Keep on goin'.
Cause I won't be around, and what's left is headin' to the ground, and there's no sense waitin' round for me.
We only get so much time here.
And every minute is so dear.
Well I don't know, but maybe.
If you're anything like me.
You're workin' your life away just to get by
and every now and then you wanna break down and cry.
It's easy to say that you're living a lie
thinking things are going to get better.
No time for fun just stick to the routine.
Things that used to bring you joy now seem so obscene.
They won't fit into your current way of life. Yes it seems,
that it's never gonna get any better, but still you try.
Hoping, praying for some salvation.
Realizing this twisted nation is not for you, only for the few in power.
Rise through the bottom and sink at the top.
It's an upside down pyramid, is it ever gonna stop?
If I could get a grip on it I'd spin it like a top.
Spiral it into something better, maybe. Maybe.
Not on your life would you wanna live it this way.
Facing monotony day after day after day after day.
When Friday is over and you scream out, "Hooray!"
Maybe now things'll get a little better.
But the weekend has ended as soon as it began.
You settled down, settled in, then right back again
waistin' your life away workin' for the man,
making his life so much better, as he blacks the sky.
So don't pull over for my funeral.
Don't you stop for me.
Cause I'll be gone, but if you want to you can sing this song and smile and wave goodbye to me. 


10. My Funeral

A man, many thousand years ago, looks around at his surrounding land.
With no one there too tell him different, witnesses the elements and then
decides that they must be his masters and he should do all he can
to appease them as he lives his life in fear to reach the every after.
And all in all it's still the same.
And after all this time the fear remains.
You see the seasons you feel the pain.
New set of reasons still don't explain.
Cause everything is circumstantial.
A man, not too many years ago, looks around at his surrounding land.
He realizes there are many things he didn't use to understand.
But over time and contemplation things will click and then he comprehends.
But still, he don't know why you'd live your life in fear for unknown ever afters.
And all in all it's still the same.
And after all this time the fear remains.
You see the seasons you feel the shame.
New set of reasons still don't explain.
Cause everything is circumstantial. (x4)
Influenced and conditioned by that which surrounds you.
Developing thoughts of existence from what you've heard to be true.
But when it comes to explaining the origins of life
there's no way of knowing who's wrong and who's right.
So many theories from so many locations
based on fear of death and/or speculations of what's been perceived
and what you want to believe.
Cause any explanation makes sense within it's own rationalization. (x3)
You may think you know (x3)
But everything's circumstantial.


9. Everything Is Circumstantial

Such a tasty fruit, full of passion, living life one smile at a time,
filling up the room, glowing, with a light the sun could never shine.
Plotting, you're brooding your taste for revenge, dear.
The levee has busted just let it pour in here.
The door into reason has come off its hinge, dear.
So we'd better use it to keep us afloat.
Knowing what to do, no need to ask ya. Oh.
Of this tasty fruit, get only rations. Oh.


8. Passion Fruit

Oh the thrill at the thought of it.
Oh the chill and the hot of it.
Even though it's a stones throw, all the rocks are too heavy today.
Trying hard not to think about it,
though I think I can't live without it,
as it orbits my head now going round and round and round and round and round.
I need something to set me right.
In denial and holding tight.
Feel it coming, I'll try to fight it,
but it's punching and kicking and scratching and slapping me.
Disillusionment set me free,
and reality let me be.
Laughter soothes like an anchor as it's weighing me down.
Just be another hour, but that hour's turning into days.
Then weeks and months, oh God, I know it's sounding so cliche.
But the years go faster and they won't slow down they won't slow down.
For you and me, in time, they're gonna run out run out.
Can't live forever. Can't live too long not anybody. (x2)
Do something clever. Write your own song and sing it out.
It's now or never cause just like they say time's slippin away.  

7. The Urge

Heels together,
her feet point out to make a V,
when she walks, yes, it looks to me like she's trying to kick things out to both sides.
Not much better,
her posture has a bit of slouchery,
and when she walks, yes, it seems to me that she'd chaff her arms on her spare tire.
But that's not what she sees. To her her reflection is beyond definition. 
Not even perfection can describe the emissions that she exudes for your sensory intake.
Euphoria should consume you.
She needs to eat some humble pie,
but there's no room cause she's to full of herself,
and if she wants something you'd better just comply,
because she wont make it easy!
"But Daddy I want it now"
She wants the best and she wont settle for less,
and if you have to be around her for awhile
you'll get Veruca Anxiety! 
If you put all that aside, I guess she's alright.

6. Veruca Anxiety

You're so good at what you do.
It's hard to know just what is true.
Said you'd never tell me lies.
And I want to believe.
I'm not your juror, I have no judgement, but wonder who you represent.
Do you do it just for yourself?
Bask in the riches, enjoy all the wealth?
Well, I have nothing to defend.
Cause it was never mine to begin with. 
You're so good at what you do.
It's hard to know just what is true.
You said you'd never tell me lies.
I want to believe when I look in your eyes. (x3)
I want to believe
you're not another politician. (x3)
You're my Queen.


5. Another Politician?

(Schizo)
Stand up and face what you've done.
"Come on out" you say "have some fun."
Well you think I'm crazy but I know the sun and I'm telling you he doesn't like me.
Sooner or later his war will be won and you'll say to me, "You done the right thing."
Stay inside. It's best to hide.
Why won't you listen to me?
So you say you need to go.Well I think you oughta know.
After dark they will get temperamental though you feel your safe inside your little temple.
But that's where they often like to go and they're never gonna show themselves.
Does no good to try and look behind you cause no matter where you go you know they'll always find you.
(The Waiting Room)
Sitting in this waiting room of death and it's hereunder.
I know that's where I gotta go but seem to often wonder.
If maybe just a part of me will carry on forever
and if I'll have some conscious thought and if I'd even rather.
Flippin' through a magazine I snag in on a staple,
that holds it all together; makes it to be able.
Packin' up the printed sheets I lie it on the table.
It isn't what I thought it'd be; they cheat you with their labels.
Now  bottled water everywhere is melting off the glaciers.
Sex is in your hygiene, so get the perfect razor.
If all I use is Selsun Blue with Herbal Essence chaser,
then love will surely come today and dandruff simply goes away.
Lookin' around me, so many souls not a lot to say.
And it confounds me it's this way.
All that surrounds me never has been how it is today.
But up in the moment it's OK. 

4. Up In The Moment

Little old lady with a scarecrow face can't stand the smell of anything other than her own perfume.
I swear to God I try to be nice but sometimes it's just 
so damn hard to crack a smile when people can't seem to catch those drifts that float right by
at the speed of thought; think back relate and put it into context.
Sounds a little crazy, but analyze this, coming up for air is a doggone fish
that's sprouting four appendage nubs though he never quite made it out the water.
Really fat gay guy walks like a girl, but a really fat girl, and all fat people walk the same
so you really can't tell, but it's safe to say he's not going to heaven.
Hell is where he's going. 
Oh, and the world's been spinnin' for such a long long time.
So many things have happened but you just can't seem to break from your state of mind.
To get through life you're gonna do what they tell you and believe it's your own decision
You'll never get it right if you feed what ails you and refuse to listen to reason
x2
It's just another way for my to say you'd better fill out your captcha.
Don't let another day slip away before you fill out your captcha. 

3. Lungfish

JERK & POINT

Well you can't tell what I'm thinkin', and there's no use tryin' explainin'.
Just believe that I'm alright

No I don't care what your sayin, and I've no need for complainin'.
I'll concede if we's to fight.
Think I'll sleep in here tonight

It so quiet without you screamin'. 
I must have passed out and now I'm dreamin'.
Yet I'm aware and empty.

Well I feel much better since I've awaken. 
Our pointing fingers no longer shakin'
out accusations and inquisitions, the boiling cauldron of hasty decisions.
With foggy tempers, can't see through the haze, the world we live in is shrouded in grays.

Though everything's not black and white.
I believe we'll be alright.
Cause I can see no end in sight.
Oh yes indeed I'm shackled and locked up tight.

BidgeFunka