There's a down bridge floor lamp standing at attention

The slats in the hardwood are having conversations

The blinds that shade the window are convulsing

And there's writing in the popcorn on the ceiling

It's trying to warn me about the strike at the gravity plant

I can feel it where my ear canal meets my nose

And that's a place that I could see myself spending time

Where my ear canal meets my nose

All I need is thirty more seconds

To stretch my two-bit shadow across the room

Not physically stretch, but like an image across a screen

Until it pixelates and detaches itself from my feet

Yeah, I'm going to make myself at home

Where my ear canal meets my nose!

Let's give it up for the madness!

Let's give it up for the mania!

I'll surf an endless sound wave of pain

Turn it up for an overused refrain

While the madness and the mania remain

I looked into the bathroom mirror and crossed my eyes

I gave my chips to the guy on my left

And a drink to the guy on my right

Do the alternate realities created mess with space time?

Will I see the consequences of these actions in my lifetime?

I don't want to be the one who decides

If the La-Z-Boy gets to have a mouth tonight

We're leaving earth tonight

What color space suit would you like?

Eggshell, crème, or moonlight?

Corn silk, bone, or Dutch white?

Let's give it up for the madness!

Let's give it up for the mania!

Because I don't know what else I'm supposed to do

When I can feel the screws that hold my brain together

Start turning loose

Break the fourth wall for no reason

"Hello! We hope you like our show

And we hope you have a good weekend!"