Artist: Sudden Death
Album:  Brain Dead
Song:   Brain Dead
Typed by: www.suddendeath.org

I'm in a Brain Dead state now my mind is a blank slate 
The matter in my head is as useful as a beefcake 
Walk around dazed for days at a time 
My brain begins to smoke when I try to make a rhyme
If I think too hard then the thing falls apart 
And my friends like to pretend they're tinter toys so they start to 
Piece it back together any way that it'll fit 
And become the dead brain insane maniac, quittin' time
Back for more like I've never done before
My insanity's contagious so I'm ragin' all the more
Now I'm stuck here doin' things I think are weird 
Like ridin' into town on a horse like Paul Revere
When the authorities come and my mental rage is done 
When my jacket gets tied in the back then the fun has just begun
Let me cough up a lung, as I said 
There ain't nothin' quite like bein' seriously brain dead  

Well the beat flows in and goes out the other ear
What I hear that remains get straind like a sieve 
Soul the only survivor to live 
Makin' another bad creation like my name was Biv 
Give me the time of day and I lose it in a second 
To the abyss in my head ya know it's something to be recokned with 
Like Biff coming back from the future cuz I'm lost in time 
Pay no attention cuz I got no mind 
Gilligan's next of kin I'm a bumblin' fool 
With no control of motor skills I'm prone to drown in my drool 
In college got F's got no knowlege can't explain 
Like the Wiz's scarecrow because I haven't got a brain 
Oh I can tell you why 
The ocean's near the shore 
To look smart I paint myself so I look well red 
Drinkin Drano can't explain oh I'm probably brain dead

I hang around town with Grandpa Simpson 
I'm waitin' for my head to explode like Bill Plympton 
Then we can really have fun and go pick up the pieces
And eat ‘em as a candy like Reese's 
Pulsing brain causing agonizing pain 
Drives a red-head insane no cure for the strange 
No escape from Dementia brain gets no deader 
No pain, no brain, and it gets no better 
Came along for the ride now I wanna get off 
But all the doctors say is turn your head and cough  
They just strap me down tight and pump me full of medication 
Pack me up and send me on a permanent vacation
I would come to visit but I'm right down the hall 
In my own padded cell happy drawings and all 
Ain't nothin' gonna fix the imbalance in my head 
I'm doomed to live the rest of my life brain dead