Bubbles

there it goes again...
your head fills with pain...
you probably got
bubbles in the brain ....

youll never be the same...
forget your own name...
bubbles oh you got so many bubbles
tiny little bubbles in the brain...

you're now a trainwreck
with nothing but troubles...
shooting holes in your neck...
leaves you shuffling along
with a head full of bubbles...

oh its time
to pay the pied piper...
you'll soon be either
dead or in diapers...

bubbles...
you gotta lotta nerve...
bubbles bubbles...
hope you like to
walk with swerv....

bub abub bububub bubbles
in
the
brain...

did you think
this was a game?
there's no one
else to blame...
if you're lucky
your troubles will double
with each little bubble...

that makes its way to the brain.

He's been shooting dish soap,
it's helping him get clean
if you know what I mean
such sad, little bubbles...
leave him with no chance or hope.