Who would have guessed that when you remove Garfield from the Garfield comic strips, the result is an even better comic about schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and the empty desperation of modern life?
Friends, meet Jon Arbuckle. Let’s laugh and learn with him on a journey deep into the tortured mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness and methamphetamine addiction in a quiet American suburb.
Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether you're Soaraway Sun or BBC 1 Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalization Fear is a weapon of mass destruction Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
This song rocks. I love the rhyming, especially in the second verse.
And you ain't going to nirvana or far-vana, you're coming right back here to live out your karma. With even more drama than previously, seriously. Just how many centuries have we been waiting for someone else to make us free? And we refuse to see that people overseas suffer just like we: Bad leadership and ego's unfettered and free Who feed on the people they're supposed to lead
You're on your own my little nightmare You cannot stay here, it's far too bright for you If they attack you just lay there, Play dead dear, it's your only hope of pulling through
And seconds they seem like a lifetime, a dream Recurring a dream that can't come true And they'll pin it all on you After all you've been put through
"Sadie G, she's crazy, see?" That's what the white coats say And now Ms. Susan A, you're losing every opportunity To put us all away
Now run along my little nightmare Your job is done here, you've scared them all to death If they revive then just sit there, Just smile dear, make them thankful for every breath
This sentence may seem like a lifetime of screams That's curdling the blood they found on you, And your knives and clothing too, Charlie's broken .22
"Sadie G, she's crazy, see?" That's what the white coats say And now Ms. Susan A, you're losing every opportunity Well they found you and they shipped you up the river the same way That you bound and gagged, you shot then stabbed. You tried to set them free, but they've thrown away the keys
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my iPod's been playing nothing but Alkaline Trio all day.
