A Crazy Person

I am a crazy person
I just keep cursin n cursin
it just keeps getting worse n worse n 

My phone keeps hearing voices
Saying "you've made the worst of all your choosy choices"
inside the bluesy jazzy rappy trumpets of my soul
blow hot and cold and high and low
with a bonkers beat that never stops or slows
"off with your head, off with your soul"
the moon looks down moonatically on all of you below
and midnight dawns so tragically on all of you who should know 
you should know

You are a crazy person
You just keep cursin cursin cursin
It keeps getting worse n worse n worse n

somebody slaughter this sacred cow, teach me how not to be here now
please someone be me for me, I just can't see how
to face my falsest friends, my truest enemies
must be a million of them, and there's only ten of me
doing the ding dong dance, in a kind of a wiggling dream trance
and giggling as we scream
"you're losing it, you're choosing it
you're going into your mind
and when you get there, you find ..."

You are a crazy person
You just keep cursin cursin and cursin
it keeps getting worse n worse n worse n
you are a crazy person
it just keeps getting worse n worse n worse n 
it keeps getting worse n worse n worse n
you are a crazy person
it just keeps getting worse n worse n worse n 
worse n worse n worse n worse n worse n worse n worse n worse ...