There was once a man who was all obsessed with the strangest things 
Like nestle quik original cdrs and afro sheen 
He built himself this dome 
Never left his home 
Decided life is much better when your own your own 
Might not want my opinion but he could have been on to something good 
We watched videos of mash from seven to eight thirty 
And good times till ten fifteen 
He washed and vacuum the floor was never dirty 
He had a mile high pile of us magazine 
Cases of wine that he bought online 
But the delivery hadn't been around for quite some time 
Each moment was becoming more unbearable 
For a man without his merlot 
So he stepped out into the light 
For the first time in a decade 

Charles walked for about a mile 
All the streets and the houses had changed 
Everything had been rearranged 
But he walked on just the same 

Charles was born on september the eighth 1963 
He first got laid somewhere in ninth grade 
All the while on five hits of lsd 
It's so hard to say 

He tried to connect but ended a suspect 
A hand picked architect of his own neglect 
Madness started with a routine of bactine and cavy 
A pension for green beans anything that rhymes with hygiene 
It's so hard to say 

And he hoped 
If he turned right 
He would find his way back home ya 
And the thought of his rainbow brite 
Let him know that he wasn't alone 
So he said not for war