To the Brim 





Hey, when yer neck's vein bulges out
In its psychotic way
I really cannot concentrate
On what yer trying to say

I fixate on its angry pulse
And think, 'It's gonna blow'
So then I have to bite my cheek 
Before a smile can show

Oi!, now yer face is crazy red
Yet yer seem unaware
I'm just amazed how well yer yell
Without a breath of air

Oh cool, we're at the tally stage
Err...yeah, yer told me twice
But I don't count the first two times
'Cause they weren't told so nice