Fidelio

Cracked bones and match sticks
Double helix and a cat named Feelix
Two hockey sticks
We ain't your friend, this ain’t an art exhibit
Don't knock me, bitch
Triple tripping over these words with the greatest of ease
Make due, make believe, take two, take three
Gulp

Never had a hobby, all she liked was getting drunk
Took two puffs and she's too fucked up
Trash in my body, I got bugs in my lungs
Ashed in the lobby running through it with the blunt
Probably better off
Gotta run through the jungle even if you crawl
Gotta fly to the moon even if you walk

She’s sick, she's sick
It's too hot to touch, too hot
To the big castle in the sky
Said the man with the tie dye suit and tie
And a crocodile smile

You can't handle the truth
That's why they don't show the body on the news
That's why you couldn't copy Blahsum if you wanted to

Throw the fish back in the sea
Throw the fish back in the sea
Picture how we’ll be, so let me listen free
Throw the fish back in the sea

Peanut butter with forbidden fruit
Shout out to my roots, shout out to the Bronx zoo
Paid my dues to the moon and I’m coming to collect
I don't gotta demand respect, it’s what I get
Got a plan to kill some time and everybody in the room
I don't have to make up stories, all the details get confused
Every morning i wake up with a salute to the troops
I've been known to roll with a couple bad doobs

I wonder if we really ever really get it, really get it
I wonder if we really ever, better really get it
I wonder if we really ever get the chance to choose