Everything will (not) be explained.

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I, we and this are fucking Crazy with a capital freaking "K."
We are winning, losing lazy mother fragging lozers in this fucking awesome world.
And I'm laughing on the inside, failing 'cause I don't know who the hell I am.
And where am I? And who are you? And who is this clouding the damned mirror--
She's positively, absotuvely--fucking crazy with way too much time on her hands.

And, now, listen closely to the next, and most important part,
Because I'll tell you that it applies to everyone and everything around you--but it really only applies you.
And if, about two seconds ago, you wondered how exactly this could possibly apply to you
then listen closer cause EVERYTHING WILL BE EXPLAINED IN TIME.
Because I fucking lied--this applies to everyone and everything in the whole world
and this is my life story, and the story of every other crazy fucker in the world!

You and me? We'll hate each other tomorrow--and that's a-oh-kay..
Because for today, we'll love each other unconditionally and physically and everything in between.
We will exchange vows of absolute loyalty that we, of course, could never keep
and then tomorrow--we'll go absolutely topsy turvy off the wall fucking crazy.
But maybe the next day, or the day after that,
we might be all lovey-dovey again and scare the living shit out of our neighbors
running naked down the street and screaming about how crazy we really are.

And, I am Krazy--and so is this and you and everything else.
And we are winning lozers in this mother fragging world of awesome.
And who the fuck is that in my mirror--the crazy bitch is like a damn stalker!
And I love hugging myself; and this jacket is really fucking comfy
and I love you, because you put me in here--because you LOVE me, RIGHT!?

And this here is the beginning of the end of the end of this song.
And no--I will never explain the exceptional nothingness of everything
that surrounds you and me in a neverending spiral of shit
that happens and will always happen and if it happens again--fuck it.
Because this world that we love slash hate so much is fucking awesome
even if it wants us all to die and be sucked into the abyss of nothingness that makes up its core.

So this is where I'm supposed to tell you that all of this has just been the crazy ramblings
of some fucking weirdo with a computer and you'll click some other link
thinking to yourself how this world is so full of whackos that you can't throw a rock without starting a whacko domino effect--
but I won't tell you that because that would be a lie because these aren't "just" anything,
this is the "poem" of a crazy bitch with a computer who thinks we're all fucking screwed
so we might as well be crazy and run through the streets naked

cause fuck it all, the world's going to end some day and we're going with it
and maybe there's an afterlife and maybe there's not, but who the fuck cares?
You only have this life ONCE so you might as well fuck everything
and just dance to every song,take every risk, do every Tom, Dick and Harry that crosses your path.
Raise a family then set them loose on the unsuspecting citizens of Earth,
screw the rabi, flash the priest, push the Pope in the river, piss on the bush,

throw off your hats, hike up your skirts, swing from the trees,
and you better damn well enjoy your life while you're still hanging in there
cause life is short--a hundred years can pass in a second if you're not careful!
And when you're on your death bed, or on your way to "meet your maker,"
and your thinking about your life, do you want to sigh and think to yourself,
"Oh, I should have gone sky diving but I was too busy at my staff meeting!"
or do you want to laugh and shout at the top of your lungs,
"That was fucking awesome! Let's go on that ride again some time!"

I know what I'm going to say--do you?