Wack Synapse
When a wack synapse hits your brain
You get a big idea and they tell you it’s insane
But then a black black day begins to look OK
Studioli Music
When a wack synapse hits your brain
You get a big idea and they tell you it’s insane
But then a black black day begins to look OK
You got no manners, got no sense
Got no good excuse for your ignorance
You got no honey ’cause you want a slave
Got no money ’cause you refuse to save
Last night I got indicted by the thought police
’bout a nineteenth century Crapper in the foyer
A terrible idea but I got released
By a twenty-first century Twitter finger lawyer
You swore one day you would kiss me
And we would trade our vows
If not now, when will you love me?
…when is now