the little people in my head   they push me down and make me mad   i can't stand the way they look   some blue meanie stole my books   but i'm okay some bad days   make no sense till they go away   mailman runs from my dog   hoping his day is better than mine   well he better run faster   a giant pigeon eating at my brain   catastrophe in the sewer drain   philosophy as to what seems smart   they bought their wisdom right at kmart   but i'm okay such great minds   join their forces to stop mankind   but i don't know seems so weird   i hope it will figure itself out soon   well it better figure faster   sick of feelings i just hate   blue the color in my way   i must be special because they told me i was   but they flipped out when i said elvis lives   i could of swore i saw him hanging out   with those great teachers of the modern thought   but i'm okay some strange days   make no sense till they go away   questioning man complex world   hoping you'll be remembered for this   we'll see if any of this lasts