Hunnerd Grand Man

I lost my virginity to the Whore of Babylon
She had real white teeth and was tattooed with the Mark of the Beast
I’m just a head in a jar, I dream all day but I don’t get very far
There’s a woman trying to kill me at the end of the bar
There’s a man with a mullet, said he’d make me a star

He said he’d make me a star

It’s not the dying I’m afraid of, it’s the people walkin’ ‘round at night
I don’t like the way they look at me from out behind the corners of their eyes
I make no apologies for deconstructing your mythologies
I got real bad knees and my clothes don’t fit me anymore

They don’t fit me anymore… they don’t fit me no more

And I know you would have been happier with me
And I know I’d be knee deep in misery
But my friends, they held my head as my insides
Hit the alleyway

They said they’d make me a star

This is a brand new recording of a song which was one of the first that I ever wrote, played, or recorded solo. The title refers to an old life insurance policy. It’s about one of my earliest, most significant relationships. There’s also some stuff in there about a guy who ran a local professional wrestling organization, an ACL I had two surgeries on, needing a new wardrobe because of weight gain, the theory that reality is just in our minds, and my feeling that late night pedestrians are creepers.

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