Psychosomatic Mosquitoes I'm lying on a heavy plastic sleeping bag
Which lies on a too-small, hard mattress
Which lies on a frame of noisy springs
I lie open-faced to the world
Clothed only in skimpy boxer shorts
And a blanket ended with frills
The frills tickle my body
Argh! Why can't I get no sleep tonight?
The frills tickle... but suddenly they are not frills!
They are mosquitoes!
Buzzing around my body; ubiquitous
They swarm in and suck me bloodless
Damn, just can't get no sleep tonight
These fuckin' psychosomatic mosquitoes
Damn, just can't get no peace tonight
And I can't get no sanity tonight
But, screw, so I'll be tired tomorrow
That's a small price to pay for insanity