(You’re One) Emphatic Attic

When your attic is emphatic
So dramatic, cool it down
But it watches ever cooly
Never putting your hand down
Moving this way and a-that way
Moving forward, side-to-side
You're passed out on the counter
Heaven knows you can't unwind
A slave to these theatrics
A thought with no reply
'Cause a fool can never answer without the company of lies

Well you're bound to win the Oscar
For actor who can cry
Forget about your problems, kid
'Cause they're never gonna die
You can choke them
You can beat them up
Put a thorn into their side
For the days are moving faster, friend
Start fasting while you're high
A bone to pick with Adam
And Eve you criticize
But your yells are being muffled by the company of lies

Well do you play the violin
While flying in the clouds
Or does Orville kind of bore you
Puts on airs to bring you down
Well you might play the fiddle
Well its riddled with the dirt
You were pinching screaming pennies
Collecting all your worth
But a violin and fiddle are instruments alike
It's the genre that divides them
With its company of lies

The red one fought the blue one
The blue one told his mom
His mother, Mrs. Hubbard, went to ring the red one's mom
They were huffing and a-puffing
Throwing punches blow-by-blow
The commentator plays both sides for viewers back at home
And meanwhile blue's forgotten
And red's apologized
They stream the fight on their telescreens
The company of lies

Woah!