[Verse 1]Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floorPanic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxicWell the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalangesRoman candles at both ends in his synapsesAnd the method with which he recycled his humorsTrojan Horse'd his blood-brain barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yesAnd through flight-or-fight revelation shame, the Black Box WarriorHe skipped this town and headed straight down history[Pre-Chorus]Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue TuxedoQuilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowersHis ego a mosquito, evil incarnate/good incognitoPops placebos for libido, screaming “bless the torpedoes”[Chorus]For what? For what? For what it's worthIf it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by nowFor what? For what? For what it's worthThere's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down[Verse 2]Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy nooseAround his Lotus jugular when they cameWell they found him with a map to every victim of his loveAnd a tattoo of a blue jay on his faceAnd they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flat line cryA hymn out in Hungarian HarmonicBut he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, “For Auld Lang SyneHappy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics”[Pre-Chorus]His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beatHis vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bendHe wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation feeAuf wiedersehen, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends[Chorus]For what? For what? For what it's worthIf it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by nowFor what? For what? For what it's worthThere's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down[Spoken Interlude]Hello, welcome. Why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to. Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning?Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs, did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands, your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose. Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole, did you die before your day?Thursday traction, Tuesday titration. My hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pickHolistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with. What, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them. So here we are once again. Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirrorI guess it's just something people do[Verse 3]A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor functionCoital machinations of the deadWell you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacusAnd learn to be an animal insteadBut I never did think you better than this, your modus operandiCauses Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicideWhy to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problemNot the things you do but something sick insideLithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defectiveCBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept itOffer up your innocence, please ignore the side effectsYou've lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you'll be fine[Chorus]For what? For what? For what it's worthIf it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by nowFor what? For what? For what it's worthThere's no more looking backAnd why would you want to look back?I mean, it's no good looking backSo try to look forward nowFor what? For what? For what it's worthIf they were gonna get you, boy, they would have by nowFor what? For what? For what it's worthThere's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down
