M&M&M

7:00 AM wake up again, smile on my face.
Where do I begin?
Gotta know, have I sinned?

Where do I begin, no;

Smile fades, grimace placed.
Slapping on a plastic face, time to face;
Those outside, the human race.

Walk outside, out the door,
Solemnly like days before.
Having dreams I wanna explore,
but no.

Gotta be a Mixed Media Man,
pretend to fly like Peter Pan.
Colors thrown into a fan,
where do I begin, no?

Gotta be a Mixed Media Man,
being called an Oil Can.
I think I need a CAT Scan,
like a brain on drugs;
an egg in a pan.

Straddle my legs, know what's in store.
When I open that door,
Wanna be like Dumbledore, Dead.

Spoilers! Spoiler, Spoiled rotten egg.
Un-straddle both your legs,
come join us instead oh.

Pose for the camera, pose some more.
A mannequin from a clothing store.
You're a prop, nothing more.
Otherwise, you're just a bore.

Gotta be a Mixed Media Man,
pretend to fly like Peter Pan.
Colors thrown into a fan,
where do I begin, no?

Gotta be a Mixed Media Man,
being called an Oil Can.
I think I need a CAT Scan,
like a brain on drugs;
an egg in a pan.