QUAALUDE LIVING IN A SPEED ZONE

       By Groovy 1

      

      No job, no money, no woman.

      I'm a Quaalude living in a speed zone.

      

      So misunderstood,

      the world moves at a geometric rate.

      

      Is it possible that I'm the one missing out on life?

      

      Am I the one that they are talking

      about on those talk shows?

      

      Welfare, freeloader, good for nothing,

      I'm a Quaalude living in a speed zone.

      

      Is there a place in life for people like me,

      people who strive for an "Art form,"

      not to conform?

      

      I feel the cold iron hand of life ripping

      away at my very essence.

      

      My soul is caught in the concentration camp

      of my body, the world, the Fuhrer.

      

      Loser, leech, infidel,

      I'm a Quaalude living in a speed zone.