I wrote and recorded this song during a two hour radio show my friend was doing at his college (go to the lyrics section for the whole story)

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My friend invited me to join him doing a radio show at emerson college, I thought that a good gimmick for the show would be for me to write and record a song during the show and play the finished product on the air, so I did and things worked out nicely. You can hear parts of the radio brodcast faintly in the backround.

Stuck inside a room that's decorated with balloons, infested with three hundred hypochondriacs

You ask if I’m ok and I say hunny I’m just fine while gargling on the teeth that I am chocking back

Kiss your grits goodbye my love the apple pies are full of blood and all the stars are right on mtv

Banana peels lost their appeal the ball is balanced by the seal who's longing for a home set out at sea

Stuck inside a room that's ventilated with bassoons that write an opera by simply just breathing

The last supper had no dessert an appetizer was not heard of, after dinner mints not yet achieved

Now my head's stuck in an iron lung my legs bound up my stomach stung by micro-sized bionic killer bees

Now my head's stuck in an iron lung my legs are bound my stomach stung by micro-sized bionic killer bees

Now my head's stuck in an iron lung my legs are bound my stomach stung by micro-sized bionic killer bees