Текст песни Soul Coughing - Budda Rhubarb Butter

As for my single self, I had as life not be as live
To be in awe of such a thing as I myself

As for my own concern I had as think to think
As keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn

And at the salad bar, a man he stares into the croutons
Hypnotized by powers of the Bac-O-Bits

And I expose myself to stimuli
Unfit for people outside the controls of an experiment