In The Service Of The Enemy - Rabbit Junk

I know I’m paranoid

But I still think they might be out to get me

I’m in bitter need

Of a new kind of enemy

I’m going agoraphobic

My ass sits idle

But my mind is hardly stoic

My blood pressure keeps on rising

There more I keep depressing

And denying

Me name sake said that hell was other people

Now I know how dealing with the petty

And the feeble

Can make you evil

From a babe’s mouth is the candy that I steal

I’m climbing up and down on fate’s oblong wheel

You’re strong in the bow, but weak in the keel

I’ll look you in the eye

But behind the scenes is where I deal

I’m making excuses for the seams that are ripping

The only thing I hate more than digging

Is begging!

Back in the day, it was so perfect

I had my purpose

It was all very worth it

But now my little victories

Are just empty calories

I’m in bitter need

Of a new kind of enemy

Something harmless but scary

To keep them in line

To keep them wary

A point in time that can’t be carried

A memory that can’t be buried

There is no solutions

Just the problems that I’m selling

They’ll make you feel better

Even though you’re aiding and abetting

So quit your whining

Eat some pills for your stressing

Go buy some more debt and plan a

Pretty June wedding

Make lots of kiddies

Because the gravy is never ending

Have everything you want

As long as the banks keep on lending

I’ve made my sell

And I hope I’m not offending

Because the only thing I hate more than digging

Is begging!

I want to wear your face like a condom

I’ll never win