Telephone (Reversed Charge Remix)

Another night of too much cough syrup
 I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone
 I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes
 and my mouth is dry and tastes shitty
 Again the ringing
 Slowly I bustle out of bed
 The remnants of an erection still lingering in my shorts
 Like a bothersome guest
 Again the ringing
 Carefully I abscond to the bathroom
 As to not display my manhood to others
 There I make the perfunctory morning faces
 Which always seem to precede my daily contribution
 To the once-blue toilet water
 That I always enjoy making green
 Again the ringing
 I shake twice like most others
 and I'm annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain
 Causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs
 I slowly languidly, lazily, crazily,
 Stumble into the den
 Where my father smokes his guitars
 I mean cigars
 In his easy chair
 I know all about easy chairs
 and then I sing a song for my friends
 Jesus is my boyfriend
 Jesus is my boyfriend
 You can't have him
 Because jesus is my boyfriend
 Ringing ringing
 Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing
 I walk into the kitchen and I
 Stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard
 Since it keeps ringing I know it's her
 and since it keeps ringing she knows it's me
 We are the world, we are the children
 We are the ones who make a darker day
 So let's start killing
 There's a choice you're making
 We're sparing our own lives
 It's true we'll make a darker day
 Just you and me