The Songbook Tells All

can you not read music,
plain greek alphabet?
tables and times hurt my sense of calculus.
could it be true
all these moose have buried you?
underneath straw
all of the ants ingulfing you.

where are the sercets, huh?
you said that I won't be tired.
where's the curriculum?
you said now I won't be mired
in this painful state.
i'd read but I went blind by your deeds.

help me hear when you call,
the songbook tells all.
help me hear when you call,
the songbook tells all.

half of a horse weighs its worry in a course.
draw your own map
put the yawners down for naps.
your surname's come up,
in exchange for dumbing up.
kiss up the field
your attempts are well revealed.

where are the sercets, huh?
you said that I won't be tired.
where's the curriculum?
you said now I won't be mired
in this painful state.
i'd read but I went blind by your deeds.

help me hear when you call,
the songbook tells all.
help me hear when you call,
the songbook tells all.

heavy metal shirts aren't funny,
come here boy I'll show you funny.
heavy metal shirts aren't funny,
come here boy I'll show you funny.