Some of us draw pictures, and some of us just sleep.
Some of us are whispers, and some just wanna be.
There was a man named Wesley Willis,
he used to sit outside of buildings,
fingertips were drill bits painting Chicago as his village.
Filled with demons he saw since 26,
the hell ride spell binds and he would run from it
with notes he wrote on a Casio keyboard.
He'd never need more, just a few of these chords.

No one ever wrote a rap song for Wesley Willis.
No one ever made a video game about his illness.
No one ever built a statue of Wesley Willis.
No one ever wrote a book about him or his illness.
I guess this means someone wrote a rap song for Wesley Willis.
More than a reference, or just the same name spillage.
One day I'm gonna build Wesley Willis a statue,
until then I'll just go get another tattoo.
One day I'll design a video game for Wesley.
As long as they let me, and only if it's debt free.
For now I feel sluggish, but I'll roll with the punches.
So rock over London, rock on Columbus.

From seashore to sea floor, he was at best a realist.
You can't forget a song written by Wesley Willis.
He was a schizophrenic cynic that still lived through his illness.
Some exploited his buoyancy and tried to throw the kill switch.
He only tried to write the perfect song.
The words were gone, he heard it wrong.
Spoke acapella through his glabella.
Stayed lost in raindrops,
forgot his umbrella.
Heartbreaker, Meansucker, Nervewrecker.
Scars savored on a demon hunter
cursed forever.
He'd fight off the devils with a gross verse.
Wearing no shirt, so sure,
moving in a slow blur, no words
can really do it justice.
A plateaued fiasco, guilty of it's own substance.
No puppets, just a man with strings attached
who wrote a chorus for us so we could sing it back.

No one ever wrote a rap song for Wesley Willis.
No one ever made a video game about his illness.
No one ever built a statue of Wesley Willis.
No one ever wrote a book about him or his illness.
I guess this means someone wrote a rap song for Wesley Willis.
More than a reference, or just the same name spillage.
One day I'm gonna build Wesley Willis a statue,
until then I'll just go get another tattoo.
One day I'll design a video game for Wesley.
As long as they let me, and only if it's debt free.
For now I feel sluggish, but I'll roll with the punches.
So rock over London, rock on Columbus.
Rock over London, rock on Columbus.
Rock over London, rock on Columbus.
Kellogg's Frosted Flakes. They're great.