Gaudy Anchor

Black ice on your wrist
Black ice on your wrist

Shopping for apparel is a perilous task
You’d imagine that as humans we have terrible gashes
And slashes on our backs that’ll have our fellow man aghast
If it’s flashed without a little bit of class
Baby stick ‘em up
We’re throwing fisticuff-links
At the simpletons
Who don’t consider image a must
And think that intellect’s above
Any visible or physical touch
That can cause our little gizmos to buzz

I see you ripping off coupons
I call it a ripoff
And not even the cute ones
With 50 percent off
It's the ones where they bargain a heart warming phrase
And the cost of leasing the real estate in your brain

But you’ll look nice
And you’ll feel better
They package in that narrative like it’s a Christmas sweater
Go make a reservation for a better ticket to hell
But if you’re throwing money at me I’ll be wishing you well

CHORUS
I hope you wear it proud like a gaudy anchor
That weighs down your brain so your thoughts are blanker
A bedazzled shackle strapped on your ankle
Is a fashion statement too hot to handle
When they draw a shape
Of that smiley face
On your ball and chain
Will you walk away?
Or just wait for the lock to break?
Such a colorful masquerade is a dark charade

Ah
Ah
Black ice on your wrist
Better watch or you’ll slip
Ah
Black ice on your wrist
Better watch or you’ll slip
Ah

From the ivory towers of the advisory lounge
It's the size of their gown
That they're all crying about
With their fingertips they criticize the system which
Has given them the innovation that they use to criticize the system with

That's not agony; it's irony
These echo chamber walls are made of Swiss
But these mice are just two blind to see
But if we learn from Bocelli, Keller, and Wonder
We would judge what they say, not the brand of their designer genes

Pop stars with the power and the pretty hair
Preaching what has never worked anywhere

Cheers from our peers wipe the tears of our misery
That’s not pure it’s a Pyrrhic Victory

Sure, My solutions might be stupid
But I have proof they’re not diluted with this highfalutin mind pollution

Raise a glass, pour it on the nearest hack
And remember, don’t rub, they taught you to dab

CHORUS
I hope you wear it proud like a gaudy anchor
That weighs down your brain so your thoughts are blanker
A bedazzled shackle strapped on your ankle
It’s a fashion statement too hot to handle
When they draw a shape
Of that smiley face
On your ball and chain
Will you walk away?
Or just wait for the lock to break?
Such a colorful masquerade is a dark charade

Calling all the fembots and all the fellas
The song’s not done, I got a bridge to sell ya!

Think I’ll Fool ya? Just sign your name on that sketchy line
‘cause the Penn’s the Teller

Let me hold on to both of your
Social profiles and social security numbers

Clap your heels while your eyes are covered
And think to yourself: there’s no one dumber!

While you're resting in bed asleep
There’s a place where the sinners meet
Called the Den of Inequity and
You’re headed there quickly
Where they manifest loyalty by exclusive inclusivity
And keep captivity by the principle of simplicity

This cesspool of a swamp
Gives them the anonymity
To go swimming in an anemone
And nibble on their enemies

There’s plenty of anchors that pave that sea floor
Follow the chain and maybe you’ll see yours

OUTRO
I hope you wear it proud like a gaudy anchor
That weighs down your brain so your thoughts are blanker
A bedazzled shackle strapped on your ankle
It’s a fashion statement too hot to handle

When they draw a shape
Of that smiley face
On your ball and chain
Will you walk away?

Or just wait for the lock to break?
Such a colorful masquerade is a dark charade