Neverending Hum

Inside of everybody's head,

inside of everybody's head

there is a hum,

there's a hum,

there's a neverending hum,

and no one ever seems to notice it.

No one seems to notice it.

You have never noticed it.

Never Ever Never Ever.

Until now.

Deep in the dankest corners of the human mind

of any given person you happen to see,

there rests a creature,

or, more specifically,

a critter, hiding and sitting

in the churning, boiling, philosophical pot

of self-aware chowder that we call Thought.

This critter has a name,

but it's different for each person.

Mine is named Corey

and it looks like an armadillo

in Kiss make-up.

jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba

jibba jabba

jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba

jibba jabba

jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba

jibba jabba

jabbidy jabbidy jabbidy jabba

jibba jabba

Picture your spirit in a delicatessen

in the slums of the universe,

"Open" sign dangling, daring all parasites,

giving you mosquito bites,

sucking out the life out of all of your customers.

But fear not, it's your critter to the rescue,

hum emenating from its lips.

And fear disappears

as the parasite trips

and lands in a puddle,

and that's your rebuttal

to the argument that you

weren't even listening to

because the neverending hum.