I’m not quite sure when it began
I only remember bits and pieces
Justin is in the hospital
Drug-induced Schizophrenia

He says that he only feels comfortable
When he is on stage
He is quite the performer
He wants me to sing for him

I tuned his guitar and we played for a while
I think that we should get Owen to do the artwork
He’s a genius
He smokes a lot of herb
But he is still a genius

I’m sure that we will go places together
I know a guy that can hook us up
We can transfer illegal aliens across the border
Make a lot of fast cash
It’ll be an adventure
Then we can record an album

After that...
I’m throwing my computer right through the window
Right along with the television
TV is evil man...
It burns the brain

It’s like having little plastic soldiers...
At war with one another
Right inside your head
They’re only programming you man
All those commercials and advertisements
It’s like an orgy, right...

We’re all together...
None of us are going anywhere
But none of us are climaxing either
It’s not right man

I have 35 reasons why...
I am not going to finish this conversation with you

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