Hey mom there's something in the backroom
hope it's not the creature from above
you used to read me stories
as if my dreams were boring
we all know conspiracies are dumb

What if people knew that these were real
I'd leave my closet door open all night
I know the CIA would say
what you hear is all hearsay
I wish someone would tell me what was right

Up all night long
and there's something very wrong
and I know it must be late
been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you

I am still a skeptic yes you know me
been best friends and will be till we die
I got an injection
of blood from the erection
my best friend thinks I'm just humping guys
alright

Up all night long
and there's something very wrong
and I know it must be late
been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you

Dark and scary, ordinary
explanation, information
nice to know ya, paranoia
where's my mother, biofather

Up all night long
and there's something very wrong
and I know it must be late
been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
twelve majestic lies

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Mark: Tom has sex with guys!
Tom: Hey Mark! Who here thinks that I look very similar
to Tom Cruise. Thank you.
Mark: Yeah...
Tom: I think so too.
Mark: Like, like Tom Cruise in that movie "Born On The
Fourth Of July"? That one? Where he's handicapped and retarded
and stupid and nobody likes him and he just shits all over himself
and he's a fucking asshole, hey!
Tom: That was mean!
Mark: That's right!
Tom: Never attack somebody that shits on himself. Do you guys think
it's weird, to shit your pants when you're sleeping? Not that I do
it... but I did it last night. And I haven't taken a shower since
and I'm wondering if that's what smells.
Mark: Woo! Poopie! Poopoo, caca!
Hey, I wrote this next song, you wanna hear it?
Tom: You don't have a choice.
Mark: It goes like this.