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Lyrics:
I'm not a psycho! I really truly mean it!
I just don't like it when I'm heavily drinkin'
And my best friends are subject to redneck threats
I'm like a superhero with Tourette's
And I really don't like it when people question my sanity
Hidden behind a façade of narcissistic vanity
[Annie] won't you please give me some more clarity
Aren't I just a Bi-Polar rarity?
Now, I tell ya what makes me sick
In a turn of events that I find quite ironic
[Carl Porkins] punched me in the eye
On the morning of the Thirteenth of July
So [Annie] took me in;
The girl is my savior
They tried to turn her against me;
Tell her it was appropriate behavior
Now I want to kick all their asses
[Carl] broke my pair of glasses
[Urethra Franklin] stole my snare
And [Johnny Clash] doesn't care
I want my Misfits CD back, asshole!
Commentary:
Going Down Some Steps in a Very Unusual Manner (Ostracism), music and lyrics, 2006, by yours truly.
In ancient Greece, to be ostracized meant to be cast into exile (by vote) for ten years ("Nine Years of Madness"... yeah? you get it???)
Now, where are we? This story line is full of parallels to A Clockwork Orange. Here, your humble narrator is off chasing the crazy cat lady around, but his droogs set him up! Physically assaulted and abandoned him.
Frankly, I hate how this song turned out. Originally, I wanted xylophones, marimbas, something very Frank Zappa going on with it. If the lyrics didn't propel the story forward I would have banished it to my playlist: "Tales from The B-Side", where all the songs that don't fit go. Then again, it’s about a drunken scuffle, and this song can’t walk a straight line, so maybe that’s how it’s meant to be.
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