Yo
I'm gonna tell you this inspiring a story
About the stethoscope
Alley (for the non believers)
Yo, yo
lemme tell you

verse 1
I was once like you:
happy and absolved.
Following the whistle to my dull,
daily, 9 to 5 life,
a 4 course meal of horseshit,
reading fine print, prayin for promotions.
When my charms worked it was Hempsteads and Poko-shmoes,
dissecting Beatles with my children like Yoko was.
Now,  all the commotion was enough 2
Switch the bitch into a proper,
Miss Guided. 
Sex life on autopilot,
rippin off  laurel branches in the Olive Garden
-Just get naked and try out for my photo album!
(yea...that's quite a good pickup line there...)
My alterego rocks fur coats and chills with Greenpeace.
Fucks to Gwar and jerks to Striptease.
Lost in Brooklyn and at home anywhere but this globe
and not well traveled...
Unless sarcasm goes a long, snaky road
and money runs from fake to gold
we memorize the face so old you only know it from Freud,
books corrode like looks implode.
It's all another random event, in a random universe, 
I randomly lose listeners and randomly curse.
Can you increase my odds?
But of course...
Say somethin close to blatent discourse of this force.
I got your kidneys crunched in my fist
no wonder you're pissed
cause I stated that Utopia will never exist.
Unless its getting blitzed,
Vomiting in a clean laundry basket and fondling random tits.
Slap poetry out your dirty mitts, (fuck outta here)
I twist trees like snake demons
whisk away my witch.
I've frozen two beach bunnies with snowballs 
for their throats.
Money shots in a baptal bucket.
Two nuts for each emotion pocket,
Not as easy as it seems,
The monster in my pillow started entering my dreams;
voodoo dolls in beauty magazines
handcuffed to diary pages in jacuzzis filled with
kerosene and licorice.
Yogurt and iodine, for all of us
stipulatin words on axis lines 
the fastest lies on
ground zero speed.
Eager through filler of city greed
Stoned pillars sell weed?
We're above fossils,
souls in rockets pokin a hole
in blue virgin skies,
flocking... yes!!
Once again (once agaiiiin)

Chrorus
3x
Yo
And you know the routine
It's the way that I rock that be makin you scream

In the stethoscope (in the stethoscope, see?)

verse 2
It's all frustration and loathing.
Fear in clothing.
Ghosts in boot camp.
We walkin, livin, talking, to wallz and jokin,
smokin ashes in roach clips
evaporated seeds...
Contractions between vaginal teeth,
brides and grooms till the cardio box quits.
...Thought you didn't notice me,
a fallen narcoleptic on the floor of eternity.
Coroners eyeing me since I fit the common prints.
Pretend darkness ruled and I was the prince
with a wingspan of flying ships,
till my cockpit shifts -
compass from Bermuda trips.
(DIRTY!!!)
Water under the bridge.
Thoughts are a waste of cartilage,
dull plaster ceilings over shrines to dominance.
At the far reaches of your mind's remote control 
I sit with a mute button to hear nothing at all...
On my fall from grace I was bored. (yawn)
Syphers with Dante through oracle calls,
peepshow dusk,
shadows with tusks...
Basic instincts to skin a mammoth for my caveman hut.
In a reptilian trance ground seems to wither like lizard skin pants and crack.
Boiled railroad tracks,
overcooked insect eggs all at the surface,
morning earthquakes;
ever seen Earth without lipstick rotate?
:::squeak:::

All doors shake termites like fleas from dogbites.
Gramophones play hospital intercom voicebites:
 (YOU'RE NEXT!)
Death sounds like, dull knives on china.
Cut ups smolder along with Soviet Karma.

[under a bluish gasflame, a centipede with a bleeding mouth
begs to live till the torso bursts with clean water]

Rain bop.
 r- r-r-r-r-r-r
Rain drops with a thousand odd legs
rolled over ticklish grass
sick with cricket jazz
Intraverted vision:
looking for a haystack in a field of grey needles.
Spit out metronomes!
Film wasted on tested clones...(Ah)
Follow the wind through the stethoscope

Chorus 3x

In a stethoscope...
See, the monster in my pillow started enterin my dreams.