(Music and Lyrics: Stu Mullins, Sam Mullins)

Brick through my window
Lands on my bed
Sits on my pillow next to my head

I despise the weatherman
You think he’s cute
The hundred and forty-third dispute

Hey, hey what’s the sense of it all
Hey, hey first we stumble ‘round
And then we fall.

Nixon in China felt more at ease
Collapsing peace you promised me
Fluid in friendship
Failed intimacy
Still the honesty is inviting me

Hey, hey what’s the sense of it all
Hey, hey first we stumble ‘round
And then we fall.

We walk ‘round on pins and needles
Argue ‘bout the Stones and Beatles
You may win but I will have the last word
Won’t I?

Arduous nature you think you’re full of insight
And I’m afraid to see you
For you look great underneath that light

Hey, hey what’s the sense of it all
Hey, hey first we stumble ‘round
And then we fall.

And squander it all.

(Music: John Abadi, Sam Mullins, Lyrics: Sam Mullins, Stu Mullins)

Running down a gloomy hallway
Everyone looks fluorescent white
No one seems to find the humor
That’s all right.

There’s a room with fifteen tubes
And last week’s laundry in a heap
Fifteen friends who suffer from
a lack of sleep.

Writing slogans on a virgin sidewalk
Is a novel way to pass the day
When the world  has you in a headlock
And the hackers won’t come out to play

There is book by William Burroughs
giving a clue to crack the code.
Too many readings
Just might make the mind explode.

Computing pi to a thousand places
Is a novel way to spend the night
No need to hear the tortured cases
Of a waterfront urbanite.

Meeting trekkies for a cherry sno cone.
Is a novel way to spend the night
An identity to call your own
Just a little bit of Barney Fife