Untitled is a Name for Unimaginative Creations

We stand around watching
a group of two
Hit the ground walking
i'm a fool for you

Take a spin, literal spin
around the Guggenheim
Chicago-rilla grin
buick cruisin' by

We're hungry like the wolf
gonna catch that quatrain and
cast off at Damen
blast off the pavement
then win a dance off at Subterranean
if Gnarls says he's crazy then
maybe I'm brainless
but maybe I'm wise
you've got me seeing through Fanatical Eyes
like Chinese we've got some radical ties
there's never a need to battle any lies

I could lie about your beauty and it'd still be beneath you
every hint of skin makes me want to squeeze you
pinch you, 'cause if this dream proves
to be the life that I'm livin'
the best present I've been given
is a future of looking at you...
that's why I wear my sunglasses at night
and this Corey Hart patch on my sleeve
the art we see together stays when we leave
and the part about forever is more exciting than it seems
because it means
that I'll be excited
and struck by lightning
every night of my life and
sometimes that electricity raises hairs
and those little things are phasing pairs
that ain't prepared
and they get scared
when they realize
that forever means you have to try
and that sparkline
starts to turn to the Dark Side
and knowledge and defense of the establishment
become the bombs and ignorance that are attacking it
till you're getting rude in the Louvre cause you can't find your way out
if you're losing the groove, then kick the DJ out
out the booth, cause who says you can't do what you say now?
this is not a web survey with all the boxes grayed out
but you say the hard way is obnoxious and played out
and if this were a pop song it would graciously fade out