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Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah

from Eat Your Television by Michael Psycho

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There are a lot of folks who once I thought were real close friends

Who never try to call or come up to my door.

I guess it has to do with my quitting alcohol and drugs.

They just don’t think that I’m a-happenin’ anymore.

But still, I don’t regret my having given up my substance use,

Despite the fact they think I’m now a bore.

Because not have I learned who my friends really are,

I’ve also figured out what friends are really for.

They’re not convenient dope connections just to score a bag,

Or pitch in money for a twelve-pack every night.

I’m sorry if I started taking stock in my priorities,

And figuring that something isn’t right.

So, to my former party partners, let me tell you all,

I can’t apologize for 20/20 sight.

And if you now consider me as holier than thou,

You’d better watch your words, ‘cause I might prove you right.



The kids around this town see me and think that I’m

a narc or something,

They don’t tryst me ‘cause I’m much too old.

But they’re the ones to talk, like, they have grown up much too fast.

Their garbage culture is already growing mold.

They’ve nothing new to say, they just go retrograde a couple

decades,

And they pick and choose what they can use.

If I see one more TV ad for one more CD set of lousy music,

I predict that I will puke.

And when I see kids half my age in retro clothes, I only feel

the styles sucked then, and now they’re even worse.

Like choking on some cultural regurgitated cud,

Like some witch doctor gave the world a potent curse.

It makes me want to pay a shaman handsomely to put a whammy

On those bastard fashion fascists… Oo,

And maybe with a little luck, the economy will collapse

And they’ll be forced to be unemployed grunge bums too.



Some of these rushed limbo types get pissed off when I speak my mind,

Like I’m some threat to their security.

They mumble nasty lies about my sex life underneath my breath,

With lame ass joking threats of killing me.

Ah, but I know that they lack the guts to really take me out.

Yeah, they prefer to pull their nasties covertly.

And plus, they’re scared of being caught and sent to prison

Where they’d have to pay in cigarettes to guard their booties.

And they’re the first to talk about how tax bucks need to build more

prisons (allegedly to get more tough on crime),

While cutting social programs. Gee, that makes a lot of sense.

You all wear watches, but you sure don’t know the time.

You claim to have the answers to the problems that we face,

And there are millions listening to your vocal sounds.

But twenty years from now we’ll be correcting all your damage

While you’re wearing maggots six feet in the ground…

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from Eat Your Television, released April 6, 1993
Lyrics/Music: M. Psycho © 1993 Black Hole Media Co. All Rights Reserved.

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