(©Dave Brockie 2001)

Too much stuff
Too much stuff
I've got too much stuff
Too much stuff
Too much stuff
I've got too much stuff

A little calculator in my computer machine
A doctor with a rubber glove that keep my butthole clean
A thing I got in Austria that pulls hairs out my nose
A giant piece of wood that's formed to keep track of my clothes

Too much stuff
Too much stuff
I've got too much stuff
Too much stuff
Too much stuff
I've got too much stuff

A car with wheels that sucks my life because it never mooves
A penis that will help me with the taming of the shrews
A little boat with bells on it oh who could ask for more
I'll sail my ship across the seas and fuck exotic whores

Too much!
Too much!
Too much!

I've got so much stuff
That I can't see my stuff
But here are some prints by a guy named Heironymous
I'm addicted—addicted to stuff
Maybe I should go to "Stuff Anonymous"

A wierd potato peeler that fills an entire room
A wardrobe trunk that's densely packed with moldy pantaloons
A savage giant narwhal with a lacerated spleen
A moldy truss once worn by Freddy Mercury of Queen
Banana bread, etruscan head, a shoe once licked by God
A bunch of stinky band-aids rolled up in a smelly clod
The dark command of Sauron and a face that swarms with bees...
I'd give it all you know if I could find my fucking keys!

Comments
Artist Comment: "As Brad Pitt said in the movie "Fight Club", "If you own too much stuff, it starts to own you". That Brad Pitt. He's a deep one. I really hated him in that movie about Tibet, you know, the one where he's a Nazi? But Tibet was "hot" then, and Hollywood saw a good opportunity to make money off the Tibetan people's suffering, and other people's good intentions..."

Other Recordings
Live From Ground Zero (CD 2002)