Lyrics The Vowels Pt. 2 - WHY?

The Vowels Pt. 2

I’m not a ladies' man, I’m a land mine
Filming my own fake death
Under an '88 Cavalier, I go
But-but-but-but, nothing but the rear bumper’s blown
But I was born for this flight
United 955 on the Fifth of July
Back to SFO, I-I
I join the dark si-ide
In a thin disgui-ise
On consumer grade video at niggaight
Faking suicide for applause
In the food courts of malls
And cursing racing horses on church steps
Playing The Wall at singles bingo
All-time gringo
Did anyone hear me cry there?
Through a toilet-stall divider
I swear, I care, not
Am I an example of a calculated birth
To a star chart for clowns? I’m not
Under Robin’s eggs in a nest
You hid a manila envelope
With one last little Robin’s egg in it
A hollow bullet yet spent
Subject to dismissal
I wish all my pitfalls
Could be caught by this call —
Cheeri-I
Cheeri-O
Cheeri-U