Tweezers, Pleazers
I got a government approved thorn in my third eye
Place in by the hospital
Adjusted by my first television program
Readjusted by my first day of school
The continual millieu after
Pins me down on the ground
I'm straight scurred ya'll
Alls I know
Since birth
It just doesn't feel right
A rock in a shoe
A step and a thought
Something is off
Then
The replacements kick in
The Tweezerman
He sees you picking
Sees you searching
and
He's got the real deal
He's gonna show you the one true way
you take a leap in the darkness
because what else can you do
die with this thing you know is wrong
die in the pit of pain with the rest of the forgetting ones
Now if you been thinking about this thorn for awhile
You've been contemplating it shape, size all that stuff
You gonna come to a fork in all this thorn and tweezer business
And at this fork you gots make a decision
or it will be made for you
and
it
happens
here
When the Tweezerman takes out your thorn
And comes with the true clear filler
his gloss
his bandage
to fix up that third eye of yours
what do you
do?
Motherfucker
what do you
do?