Witch Please Introlicious/No Vacations

Tekst piosenki

You people inspire and tire me at the same time
The LP is now online
Attention time

The world wide web has always suspect
But this digitalization will eventually earn my respect
Mic check

The product of a strange test
Grab an eaglet from its nest
Star-spangled and ambitious
The ones in charge most vile and vicious
Let’s send him to the Old World
And see if he adjusts
No

Yearning for a way back ever since
A lost all-American prince
A storyteller with a bunch of kinks
Looking for acceptance
Leaving subtle hints

Replaying riffs
During the twelve-hour shifts

Taking pieces of everything that’s good
Holding, folding, molding them
Then leaving to bitch and brood
Or rather
To point out everything that’s wrong
Almost giving up because it’s taking so long
Rushing things to at last feel fulfilled and alive
If you aim for nothing
You get it every time

Copy
Memorize
Stick it in the shredder
Take some glitter
Glue it back together

A nice collage to suit the public’s needs
And it’s okay
Cause I’m stealing from a bunch of fucking thieves

Marilyn
Crown me
Before the council drowns me

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Hey, bro
How’s your family?
Teletubbies, cradles, Bambi?
Don’t get angry
It’s all dandy
A few years from now I’ll buy them cotton candy

Plus one for my grandmother
Stop it now before you smother
Admit it to the caretaker
A real old-fashioned record breaker
I’m on all fours
Please don’t take her
Five grand
The debt’s on paper

Stop the pickpocket
Get me my wine back
Drop the listener who said I make whine rap
Pop the troll who complained the last rhyme’s crap
Hop on the bandwagon
Swallow your pride, Jack

To whom it may concern

Who said every demon gets a mention?
Why give them the gift of giving them attention?
Structure
Repetition
You’ll see it’s not essential

I sympathize with you feeling alone
Here he stands
Are we still unknown?

Trying to avoid cliches
Mind faded in the process
The loss of innocence gave birth to the artist

This is the one I’m stuck with
Until there’s nothing left
When Dick Dawkins prays
And I meet the True Death