More Yes Mustache Songs

Traffic Jam on the Interstate

It took to long to get home
Stuck in a subway station
with a plastic bag face mask
I can't afford to get sick

When I finally did get home
I realized I had left my keys
at work under my desk in my work shoes
my feet covered now in holey socks

I tried the fire escape
and thankfully I left the
bedroom window slightly open
and on getting inside, I sighed in relief

There's ways to do things
There's a right way and a wrong way
a quick way a short way a long way
a highway a thru way a get away

It doesn't matter to me how you
go about doing things, it
doesn't eve matter, I'm
pretty sure I'm not even paying attention.


Falling Down Hills Pretending they are Volcanoes

When you fell down the
hill people thought it was
accidental but replays show
you were not alone

It was a miracle that
anybody even found you
you were knocked unconscious
bleeding, broken every bone.

How do you feel now that
you know what really happened
Are you looking to fight
back and get even?

Take that day and
multiply your feelings on
itself and when you
done that 10 times

Get back to me
and eventually you'll
begin to understand how
you made me feel.



Boy sets fire, man puts it out

Say what you want, but atleast they did something about it.
When was the last time you did something that
made you feel so um um so alive

And who are you to just stand their and
a wait an orduh one you never question but you
follow it and with a garden hose you drown the rose bush

In the classroom their quietness was mistaken
for weakness but it's your cowardice that sparked
their self censorship

Underneat the rose bush they await
and as the sun absorbs the ocean
they will grow back tenfold.

And when you try drowning them out again
you better hope they haven't grown gills
I sort of hopoe that they haven't either
cuz i don't know how to uh uh swim.


Christopher Columbus BLVD.

Not another song about suh suh suicide
you got it if you want it
not another song about guh guh genocide
you got it if you clap your hands

If everyone stands in a line and
puts their hands on the shoulder of
the person in front of them
eventually we'd divide the world in two

I sure hope Columbus was wrong
a change in the wind can
knock the line off the edge
and into the jaws of the waiting unknown

Or I hope the middle man's knees
don't begin to faulter because
a collapse would mean disaster
for those behind and those in front

Also I hope no onoe begins
to push and shove because
that'll just leave us in
a pile where the weak get dead

I guess while you are forming
your impenetrable chain, I'll
be in the basement with a
shovel and a pail getting a head start.



My roll in history

At the dinner table
we meet again
All of us afraid
you had a bad day

This is where
eating disorders come from
the faster I eat
the faster I can get away

Hell is an overstatement
but normal is a dream
Nightmares could end
swiftly with a steak knife

You eventually stopped coming
to dinner altogether
you pulled me aside and
said that is what I asked for

You looked me in the eyes
and I didn't think you lied
I did ask for this
but honestly I think you got off E-Z.

We're older now and we
look back with mixed
emotions but generally
there all pretty messed up.




The train schedule is optimistic (time to get ill)

This train will never get here.
This train will never get here.
This train will never get here.
This train will never get here.

(music for 4 measures)

This train will never get here.
This train will never get here.
This train will never get here.
This train will never get here.

(Heavy breakdown)

Good things come
to those who WAIT
And by good things we mean
mental illnesses (YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH)

This train will never get here
This train will never get here
This train will never get here
This train will never get here

(music for 8 measures)

This train will never get here
This train will never get here
This train will never get here
This train will never get here

(Breakdown. HEEAAAVY)

My hypochondriac visions
show me as an OLD MAN
It's not a pleasant sight
I'm getting sicker and I'm still waiting (YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH)

(Back to intro then fade).




The Last Day of February (not a Smashmouth cover)

People all around me covered in sweat
while I'm in the middle calmly standing
If I make one questionable move
things are probably going to get pretty ugly

I see your face in my mirror
and I'm not sure if I like what I see
however I'm afraid if I break eye contact
The broken glass will tear me apart

When did it get to this?
Do you really need to know?
It was obvious to me from day one
you were smarter than me then

I can't blame you for letting
your emotions ruin the world
It seemed like a good idea
at the time. It always does.

But in the end it kind of worked out
we're in different spots
but the resemblance is there and
I've grown from your mistakes

And I'm way to uninterested in payback.