THE MAGIC I MAKE
TO KEEP AWAKE
IS OOZING OUT OF MY POURS
ITS SLIPPING AND SPLASHING
AND BOUNCING AND BASHING
AND BUBBLING UP ON MY FLOORS
THE SOUP THAT I BREW
AND STIR AND STEW
AND CAST A SPELL ABOUT
IS COVERING ME IN POLKA DOTS
AS IT SLOWLY SLITHERS OUT
BUT I CANNOT SLEEP
I MUST STAY AWAKE
I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO
I GO TO WORK AND SCHOOL AND NOW
I'M CLEANING THE BOTTOM OF MY SHOE
AND THEN I HAVE TO DO LAUNDRY
AND THEN I HAVE TO CUT MY TOENAILS
AND THEN I HAVE TO WORK OUT
AND THEN I HAVE TO EAT BECAUSE ITS BEEN DAYS
AND THEN I HAVE TO WORK OUT AGAIN SO I DON'T GET FAT
AND THEN I HAVE TO STUDY
UNTIL THE SUN COMES UP
I'LL BE UP
STUDYING
AND I'M HAVING COMPANY
SO I'LL COOK
AND CLEAN
AND DRESS UP NICE
AND I THINK I'M GETTING TIRED
SO ON TO THE MAGIC STAY AWAKE SOUP
I'D RATHER SLEEP
BUT INSTEAD I'LL GET WIRED
I'LL ONLY TAKE A LITTLE BIT
AND MAYBE JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE
AND MY POLKA DOTS ARE PULSING RED
AND MY THROATS GETTIN KINDA SORE
FROM THAT SLIPPERY DRIPPERY DROPPERY GOOP
THAT'S SLIPPER DRIPPER DROPPERING DOWN
AND MY POLKA DOTS ARE SPITTIN SPEW
FROM THE MAGIC THAT I'VE FOUND
SO TOMORROW I'LL STOP
FOREVER FOR GOOD
CUZ I'M SICK OF THIS SPEEDIN FUNK
I CAN'T STAND IT
CAN'T TAKE IT
I'M BECOMING A SLAVE TO THIS
MIXED UP RUN AROUND
WORK AND STUDY AND LAUNDRY AND COOK AND CLEAN AND WORK
OUT AND DON'T EAT AND CUT MY TOENAILS AND CHEW MY FINGERS
AND BITE MY LIPS AND WHISTLE MYSELF SILLY AND TALK
TILL I'M OUT OF BREATH BLEEDING BITING PUKING PISSING
POLKA DOTS ON MY FLESH AND NOW THEY HAVE FACES AND NOW
THEY HAVE VOICES AND THEY'RE TALKIN TO ME
THEY'RE SCREAMIN AT ME
THEY'RE SAYIN 'YOU GOTTA STOP THIS SPEEDIN FUNK
THIS MAGIC'S TOO STRONG FOR YOU PUNK.'
         BUT I'LL KEEP SOME AROUND
FOR JUST IN CASE
CUZ I THINK I HAVE THINGS TO DO
TOMORROW I CAN'T SLEEP AT ALL
I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL AND...
 
THE MAGIC I MAKE
TO KEEP AWAKE
IS POUNDING ON MY DOOR
THE SOUND OF ITS RAPPING
IS LOUDER AND LOUDER
THAN IT'S EVER BEEN BEFORE
I'M FUMBLING THROUGH MY POCKETS
I'M EMPTYING OUT MY DRAWERS
I'M SWEEPING THE DUST FROM UNDER MY BED
I'M DIGGING INTO THE POURS
OF THE CRACKS IN THE FLOOR MIGHT BE HIDING SOME UNSPENT
DISUSE OF MY HABIT
A FAT ROCK COULD ROLL
FULL OF LIFE
AND I'LL GRAB IT
WITH FINGERTIPS BROKEN
FROM LONG DAYS ALONE
BEFORE YOU'VE BEEN FOUND
YOU'RE ALREADY THROWN
IN A PIPE
ON A MIRROR
IN MY BLOOD
I SEE CLEARER
THIS FOLLY OF LIFE
THIS LABOR OF LOVE
THIS MAGIC I MAKE
TO EXPLODE UP ABOVE
THE SKY
IS THE LIMIT
FOR THE ORDINARY MORTAL
THE BLUES
FREE THE CLOUDS
OF SMOKE
IN A PIPEFULL
OF WHAT I NEED
IS A DAY OR A WEEK
OF SWIMMING IN TWEAK
TO REMEMBER THE SPACE IN THE STARS
ABOVE MEEK MANKIND LIVES DOWN HERE
WITH VISION UNCLEAR
IT SITS FAT AT A BAR WITH A BOTTLE OF BEER
IN IT'S HANDS ARE THE POWERS
TO WORK ON FOR HOURS AND DAYS AND FOR YEARS
CLEANING IT'S HOUSE
AND I'M ...
RUNNING
AND JUMPING
AND HIDING
AND MOVING
AND DIPPING
AND DUCKING
AND DANCING
AND GROOVING IN THE STARS
I'M ORGANIZING THE SCARS
IN MY NOSE
ALWAYS BLEED
NEVER CLOSE
ALWAYS BURN
THE CANDLE
AT BOTH ENDS
ALWAYS SLOW IT DOWN
TO TALK TO MY FRIENDS
AND MY FAMILY
CAN NEVER KNOW
HOW I'M BIGGER
AND BETTER
AND FASTER THAN THEM
HOW THE MAGIC I TAKE
THROUGH A DOLLAR OR PEN
GETS ME TO MY CLASSES
AND IT GETS ME THROUGH WORK
AND IT GETS ME THROUGH MY HOMEWORK
AND IT GETS MY HEART WORKIN
IT KEEPS ME IN SHAPE
AND IT KEEPS ME ON MY TOES
IT KEEPS ME FROM FALLIN ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL
AND IT KEEPS ME FROM HAVIN TO FEEL
BAD ALL THE TIME
BOUT NOT GETTIN ANYTHING DONE
AND THE MAGIC I MAKE

IS FUN?