“What’s
the frequency, Kenneth?” is your benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I’d pegged you an idiot’s dream
tunnel vision from the outsider’s screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
you wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I’d studied
your cartoons, radio, music, tv, movies, magazines
Richard said, “withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy”
a smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
you said that irony was the shackles of youth
you wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
“what’s the
frequency, Kenneth?” is your benzedrine, uh-huh
butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene
you smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
you said that irony was the shackles of youth
you wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
you wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
you said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
you wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
I never understood, don’t fuck with me, uh-huh
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