Dmv

I've been to hell. I spell it
I spell it DMV
Anyone that's been there
Knows precisely what I mean
Stood there and I've waited
And choked back the urge to scream
And if I had my druthers
I'd screw a chimpanzee

Call it pointless

When I need relief I spell it THC
Perhaps you may know vaguely what I mean
I sit back and smoke away
Huge chunks of memory
As I slowly inflict upon
Myself a full lobotomy

Call it pointless

Barbecues, tea kettles, gobs of axle grease
There comes a time for every man
To sail the seas of cheese
Now, life's a bowl of bagel dogs
But there are unpleasantries
Cold toilet seats, dentist chairs
And trips to DMV

Call it pointless

I've been to hell. I spell it
I spell it DMV
Anyone that's been there knows
Precisely what I mean
I've stood in line and waited
Near an hour and fifteen
And if I had my druthers
I'd screw that chimpanzee

Call it pointless