Clown Blood; or, Orpheus’ bobbing Head
Entry of the Gladiators' tinnitus plays in my skull
Climb the Anhedonian Mountains just to circle the plughole
It's with regret I am succumbing to nostalgia
Been thinking 'bout you on that Lanzarote lounger
God only knows why, she's worrying, worrying about me
God only knows I am scurriously making this about me
It's not as if I want her to, I want for nothing
Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing
Saw your Bundesliga boy in A&E
Blues and twos from Leisure Leagues
My bildungsroman reads
You cannot call whitewash a rivalry
Drown him in a deep dish pizza
Kiss the last breath from his cheeks
Gets the clown blood pumping
Way more bitter than the taste is
She fucks to cum, I drink to be drunk, and both of us are wasted
Can we all calm the fuck down?
Parasocial puppet master
Every sucker in between
Sacrificial muppet pastor
To a thousand needy teens
My voice moved Hades so he extinguished the fire
I'm who they mean when they proclaim the boy's a lyre
God only knows why, she's worrying, worrying about me
God only knows I am scurrilously making this about me
It's not as if I want her to, I want for nothing
Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing
Orpheus' head bobs in the ocean
I admit it takes one to know one
Orpheus' head bobs in the ocean
And another one
And another one
And another one
And another one
And another one
Climb the Anhedonian Mountains just to circle the plughole
It's with regret I am succumbing to nostalgia
Been thinking 'bout you on that Lanzarote lounger
God only knows why, she's worrying, worrying about me
God only knows I am scurriously making this about me
It's not as if I want her to, I want for nothing
Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing
Saw your Bundesliga boy in A&E
Blues and twos from Leisure Leagues
My bildungsroman reads
You cannot call whitewash a rivalry
Drown him in a deep dish pizza
Kiss the last breath from his cheeks
Gets the clown blood pumping
Way more bitter than the taste is
She fucks to cum, I drink to be drunk, and both of us are wasted
Can we all calm the fuck down?
Parasocial puppet master
Every sucker in between
Sacrificial muppet pastor
To a thousand needy teens
My voice moved Hades so he extinguished the fire
I'm who they mean when they proclaim the boy's a lyre
God only knows why, she's worrying, worrying about me
God only knows I am scurrilously making this about me
It's not as if I want her to, I want for nothing
Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing
Orpheus' head bobs in the ocean
I admit it takes one to know one
Orpheus' head bobs in the ocean
And another one
And another one
And another one
And another one
And another one
Credits
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