Underground Stealing

Hey! Where are my glasses?
Do I even wear glasses?
Better get my gun
You can't go out without a gun

Underground stealing is my game, my trade
Underground stealing is a costumed parade

Oh, I am sick
I think my liver is diseased

I am so spiteful, an unpleasant man
I am a thief and I use what I can

Have you seen my fountain pen baby?
Poison my blood and turn it to gravy
Oh, you say it's my disadvantage
Let's start a war investing in bandage
I'm not ready for all of your reason
As you say, it's part of the season

Let me have your underwear baby
In my mouth and chew on it maybe
Take the road and I'll swim the blue sea
Give me your hand and in it I will pee

Hey! Has anyone seen my glasses?
I know I could see if I only had glasses
I better get my gun (there are a lot of nuts out there)

I am so spiteful, an unpleasant man
I am a thief and I use what I can

Nuclear war, I find it appealing
Press the button, it gives a good feeling
Nuclear bombs will pep this place up some
Even god is feeling this boredom
Now, I am not a part of a keyboard
No, I won't be killed, bottled, and stored

Don't you want to see my place baby
You'll find out that everything's crazy
Suck my blood you confident deject
All you get's a finalized reject

My liver is bad
That may be sad
Let it get worse!
Such is my curse
Only to be
Not a mere key
Just understand that
I am a man!

Hey! Where the hell are those glasses?
I am a sick man
I know my liver is diseased

Underground stealing is my game–my trade
Underground stealing is a costumed parade

God is dead, he died of his pity
Values are lost in life in the city
Errors are the basis of science
Zarathustra is slipping through my fence
The underground man is long ago broken
The last word of sense is long ago spoken

I'm not ready for all of this reason
As they say, it's part of the season
A pretty young girl is off on the replay
What the hell does she see in what I say?

Hey! Buy me some glasses will you?
Because I am a sick man
I'm a very sick man
I think my liver is diseased