Looking for Chaos (He's the Man) (Spoken Poem with Music)
- last year
Lyrics:
Looking for Chaos (He’s the Man)
He doesn’t sleep at night and blames his pills
He stomps through the house inhumanely
He’s shoving things inside him to give him chills
People carry him to bed rather vainly
It really won’t do anything or make a difference
How do you expect him to get through the day sanely
They’d have meetings about what to do with him
They drew up a real neat and full-proof plan
But he’d make ‘em abandon it before it began
If you’re looking for chaos, he’s the man
The other residents lie without their eyes shut
Because they’re afraid he’ll burn with the mic
He puts metal in there to cook a walnut
He doesn’t read the label but does what he feels like
Every time they hear the beep and the plate spins
The hair on necks of the neighborhood do spike
They’d have meetings about what to do with him
They drew up a real neat and full-proof plan
But he’d make ‘em abandon it before it began
If you’re looking for chaos, he’s the man
They found all their possessions taken apart
All the nails were loose and the screws stripped
The resident assistant asks to where did he depart
To the hardware store where he’s hoping shipped
Everything he needs to put it all together
They were so mad they’d have him whipped
They’d have meetings about what to do with him
They drew up a real neat and full-proof plan
But he’d make ‘em abandon it before it began
If you’re looking for chaos, he’s the man
Looking for Chaos (He’s the Man)
He doesn’t sleep at night and blames his pills
He stomps through the house inhumanely
He’s shoving things inside him to give him chills
People carry him to bed rather vainly
It really won’t do anything or make a difference
How do you expect him to get through the day sanely
They’d have meetings about what to do with him
They drew up a real neat and full-proof plan
But he’d make ‘em abandon it before it began
If you’re looking for chaos, he’s the man
The other residents lie without their eyes shut
Because they’re afraid he’ll burn with the mic
He puts metal in there to cook a walnut
He doesn’t read the label but does what he feels like
Every time they hear the beep and the plate spins
The hair on necks of the neighborhood do spike
They’d have meetings about what to do with him
They drew up a real neat and full-proof plan
But he’d make ‘em abandon it before it began
If you’re looking for chaos, he’s the man
They found all their possessions taken apart
All the nails were loose and the screws stripped
The resident assistant asks to where did he depart
To the hardware store where he’s hoping shipped
Everything he needs to put it all together
They were so mad they’d have him whipped
They’d have meetings about what to do with him
They drew up a real neat and full-proof plan
But he’d make ‘em abandon it before it began
If you’re looking for chaos, he’s the man