Crispin Glover

Loose lips, sink ships, Dennis Hopper
They don't love you anymore

Blood trails, blackmails leave a light on
And put a key in the back door

Yeah, they're laughing at you
They're not laughing with you

It's another guilt slip on my Freudian trip
And I think the joke's on me

Bad seeds grow weeds, Crispin Glover
I wish you were on the TV

Girl bruise, sad news on her birthday
Turn the channel and you'll see

That they're laughing at us
They're not laughing with us
And I think the joke's on me

Just another guilt slip on my Freudian trip
As we choke on the irony

Yeah, they're laughing at us
They're not laughing with us
And goddamn, the joke's on me

Just another drug slip on my Pagan field trip
Are you saint or celebrity?

Crispin Glover, save us all