Four Humors

I'm gonna shower I'm gonna shave I'm gonna clean myself Cause tonight is a night of first impressions I'm gonna shower I'm gonna shave I'm gonna clean myself Cause tonight is a night of first impressions My friend got lost in the computer Stuck a knife into his wall Let his hair grow past his shoulders No, I don't see him anymore at all The microphones metallicize our poetry Where do we place our brand new furniture Paralyzed from many many angles Now the magazine helps the television And it takes up the place for the firewood now The vanishing piano's running from limitation We got too comfortable Muscles in my body twitch from too much concentration We got too comfortable The fire upstairs burns its way through my ceiling And the poor boy's books are burnt to a crisp Just words on paper that a boy like him won't miss Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah Kick your feet and we'll have some fun Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah Kick your feet and we'll have some fun Kick your feet, yeah yeah yeah Kick your feet and we'll have some fun