Their Riddles

They twist those snakes, and my attention fades
What do we stand to gain from mincing words
But don't hit the breaks, it just got interesting
Maybe the fat lady will sing after all

The words delivered with a smirk
But you know I've still got some skin in the game
Their arguments are such patchwork
I've such conviction that I've the better aim and
Fuck their riddles, brush their teeth

I'm on the edge of my chair
I need to say my piece
I need to wax the golden fleece over vodka and cheese
Here we are again, deep in philosophy
Knee-deep in who we ought to be, drinking dark black tea

They say that we'll make Poland grow
But to subjugate is their one desire
And all the facts I already know
They're just to light the conversation's fire and
Fuck their riddles brush their teeth

All the intellects are on my street
But they seek less to edify than to beguile
There's no meaning underneath
You know you're in a state of classical denial

Their modern language is too tight
It wholly lacks the nuance of a classic work
And even if they could get it right
It still wouldn't bring me down to earth and
Fuck their riddles, brush their teeth
Brush their teeth
Brush their teeth
Brush their teeth