THIS IS GONNA BE A POP HIT

I might not tie nautical knots

I'm the prodigal sailor

Ships are my pigs

land is HAM

Mooring line, kosher prime

Pull an Orson Welles, opposite

Dying in Wisconsin

Ride the ocean like a lottery

Got lots of opportunity to purchase one whole lot of property

But I sleep so deep, I myself become the sheep

Saw logs till I can finally see

The whole forest

Cause there ain't no trees

The whole forest

Cause I'm down on my knees

Wish I'd never been born

That's why I'm stuck in this bar

Telling the girl next to her

Her eyes are too far apart

Getting urgent like I'm in the old commercial

Washing bloodstains out my shirt using detergent

Me have a free-for-all ball with the ethanol

Be careful with carrying three drinks, lest you fall

Watch me in the mall

By Hot Topic of Cancer

Singing "Tiny Dancer"

Do you like to prance?

Do you like to dance?

Perhaps there's a chance

You got ants in your pants?

Cuts like a saw blade

your words that you purge

through your teeth

like a thief

with a sword in the night

with a horde of new knives

made for verbal warfare,

It's like you just wanna make sure

we don't even fight fair

Build a glass house outta past bouts

of state sponsored-depression

Give me a frock and a Bible,

I'll have you confessin'

Drive drunk on the

Information Highway of your Soul

Your past is just a capsule

of your darkest holes

I rifle through smoking guns and bullet points

I feel like I might be in a Spike Lee joint

I know perfectly well what it is you're talking about

Throw molotov cocktail on your server farm

cause real harm, you can call that charm

My mind's made up on A.I hate too much ease

Like a plane for the mind, please

Let's blow up the machines and batteries

"Battery in the Society Degree"

I'll smash the rock god you make the pie

Prehistoric domestic lives

Sacrifice a scapegoat or black sheep

in the ruins of the House of Creeps

Sweep the ashes of the past into the trash

but first hope you buy my CD

Those money streams to buy

funny, fuzzy, run-off dreams

This is gonna be a pop hit!

This is gonna be a pop hit!

This is gonna be a pop hit!

So give me all the money tonight!

I break my aviator shades flying high

in the bottom of a submarine, seaside

Make lemonade out of broken car parts

It's hard and bizarre, but so what? I'm a star

Just sugar barnyard bars

As a cop, I feed sharks to disgraced mob stars

Reverse psychology makes them less Monstars

I confess, I guess I lost my conscience

when I saw Congress resisted no nonsense

Pennies sure are pretty

if you lost your wallet

It's right by the gravestone

in your college

"This is what the kids love

They love this music

I swear"

"I don't see a lot of money here"

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