The Fall of Mr. Fifths
Just another Sunday
Paddle-boat ride on a man-made lake
With another lady stranger
If I remain lost and die on a cross
At least I wasn't born in a manger
I can sense somewhere right now I'm being prayed for
Seems like I always arrive on the same shore
From where my sails set maybe with one less lady
Than my vessel left with
Is that a threat?
Oh, I've stayed scarce this past year, yes
But be assured in unrest
I'm unavoidable like death
This Christmas, is this twisted?
Why be upset?
I never said I didn't have syphilis
Miss Listless hard like the bricks I pound my fists with
I mean, she's hard like the bricks
That I pound with my fists
This is the fall of Mr. Fifths
Forged for the hordes
And the ladies and lords
Set with fat chords
In modern English
I know, I know
There's nothing more appealing than the sound of high heels
Down the marble tile hallways of your districts
One allotted city-funded Steiner school
Bilingual or Montessori
Followed by a single high-pitched scream
Followed by breaking glass
But could your anger be mapped into an interpretive dance
To a trip-hop track?
Could it be bowed out on strings
Or strung into a pattern for a God's eye to bring
To your alma-mater's holiday
Fundraiser boutique thing?
Look at that
Whoa
Okay, I'm sorry
I'm just being crazy
I'm sorry
I'm just being crazy, I know
I'm paying attention to the aircraft
I'm fine
Everything's totally fine
Feel lot better now
Paddle-boat ride on a man-made lake
With another lady stranger
If I remain lost and die on a cross
At least I wasn't born in a manger
I can sense somewhere right now I'm being prayed for
Seems like I always arrive on the same shore
From where my sails set maybe with one less lady
Than my vessel left with
Is that a threat?
Oh, I've stayed scarce this past year, yes
But be assured in unrest
I'm unavoidable like death
This Christmas, is this twisted?
Why be upset?
I never said I didn't have syphilis
Miss Listless hard like the bricks I pound my fists with
I mean, she's hard like the bricks
That I pound with my fists
This is the fall of Mr. Fifths
Forged for the hordes
And the ladies and lords
Set with fat chords
In modern English
I know, I know
There's nothing more appealing than the sound of high heels
Down the marble tile hallways of your districts
One allotted city-funded Steiner school
Bilingual or Montessori
Followed by a single high-pitched scream
Followed by breaking glass
But could your anger be mapped into an interpretive dance
To a trip-hop track?
Could it be bowed out on strings
Or strung into a pattern for a God's eye to bring
To your alma-mater's holiday
Fundraiser boutique thing?
Look at that
Whoa
Okay, I'm sorry
I'm just being crazy
I'm sorry
I'm just being crazy, I know
I'm paying attention to the aircraft
I'm fine
Everything's totally fine
Feel lot better now
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Avram Wolf
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