You're a human thrift store
Filled with underwear and socks
Holding it all in each time you talk

There are misguided Time Lords
The last of their kind are constantly Shang-Haid
Teaming up on decades left behind

Build up Vegan empires
Add that to your title; twigs and leaves
Will basically help you continue breathing

You've got guilty pleasures
Buried in your Sophomore CD case
Worried that your rep will be debased

And you shart on my beliefs
Like I'm human boxer-briefs
Your cloacae is cavernous, and it's all I can see
And your superficial plunders
Into identically-dressed lovers
Are not even worth noting in electric diaries

You'll ignore what's important
Like your insides and overall purpose
Like making people happy instead of jealous

You get target practice
By judging in the aisles of crowded malls
Just be shameless for 2 seconds, that's all

And you shart on my beliefs
Like I'm human boxer-briefs
Your cloacae is cavernous, and it's all I can see
And your band with an awesome band name
Is not unlike The Crying Game
You seduce me with the music, but you're all dicks underneath

And I am an entertainer
And besides that, I am nothing
There's a hollowness in what I do, and that hollowness is haunting
But if I can make you laugh,
then this will never be a waste
I don't care if you're laughing at me or with me,
The smile is on your face

And if you think you're too hip for me,
then I'll probably agree
And eject you from my lifestyle and move on and on with ease
'Cause your approval is a mud-vat
and I am not a doormat
I could throw you at the stars, but it isn't worth my arms


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