John Keyes

To butcher Creep by wise Radiohead
Can express the things you’ve never said
To love oneself so much is quite an obsession
You wish you were an angel who was so fuckin’ special.

Instead you’re a cliché, a spectacular one
Surrounded by strangers, and trappings, such fun
Searching out something so precious a life
A trail left behind of carnage and strife.

Why won’t people just let you live as you want?
The only real answers to that are so blunt
Yet still you don’t listen you want to be free!
“It’s all about me, me, me, me, me, ME!”

I’m playing quietly, good as gold
My dolls are doing what they’re told
But something starts deep in my tummy
It’s like a pain but it feels funny.

It started low and and without grace
Rumbling scundering gathering pace
This sound could be a work of art
This most ginormous thundering fart!

The doors slammed shut, the curtains blew
The fire went out, the cushions flew
A howling gale consumed the room
And whipped all things off to their doom

The gusts died down and all went quiet
That fart gave me an awful fright
At least it’s done and all is well
Oh wait, what’s that? The smell, THE SMELL!

They hear all things said
And pass that on to you,
They live inside your head
And tell you what to do.

“Go make your bed” your Mammy said
That’s not what they told you sure
Instead they said to fake you’re dead
And you dropped to the floor.

“What’s your favourite number?”
You teacher asks the class?
“MY NUMBER 2S” you thunder
The Earwhizzles laugh and gasp.

You see they play tricks
These people in your head
There’s Ann, Joe and Nics,
And Tom, and Joan, and Fred.

They set up house inside your skull
To laugh and joke and play
With them around life is not dull
They brighten up your day.