Semiotics of the Suit

[Intro Sample]
"...when you're not here
I long to hold you near..."

[Verse: MC Paul Barman]
Yeah, change your outfit
From something comfortable to the semiotics of the lapel
Pointing to the penis, that'll shoot the business to hell
Plus the pants to match, costing so much cash
(unclear) don't forget the shoes
They're strong enough to scale a mountain
But only ever used
To climb into a Rolls Royce
A bold choice to suppress your soul's voice
With some old toys... I don't know
How can we be manly when the mainstream definition stinks?
At the brink of extinction, going out for drinks!
Don't let people sprinkle ink on what you think
The only thing more valuable than your instincts
Is a healthy forty winks and a dream
We got a lot to do
I'm not gonna let benevolent youth become shock troops
For what's not true
Sometimes when I rock the booth it's like
Talking to a Cockapoo, right Dr. Wilson?

[Sample]

[Verse: Darko The Super]
Never see me in a bowtie
Like R. Stevie, the pioneer of lo-fi
Fum-Fo-Fi-Fee
6 feet deep and rising where you’ll find me
Graveyard shifts in a quasar abyss
Get off the trip, happiness is just a myth
Like Lenny Nero pushing data discs
Selling an experience to creative casualties
Tailored for formality fallacies
Business card font styles, caught in the web
It’s like asking the Rottweiler to shuffle the deck
In the belly of the beast but I started at the jowls
Sucking on my thumb, milking cash cows
Working at McDowell's all day flipping burgers
At times I fantasize about committing murder
'Cause you’re clearly winning at the rat race
It makes me wanna squirt mustard in your damn face
Or hot guacamole
There’s nothing wrong with the capitalism that’s what Oingo Boingo told me
All the young dudes carry a noose in their monkey suits
Runny yolk and ugly truths
Before it hangs you, loosen your tie and slip out
There’s more hearts to rip out
There’s more cards to flip now, Lassie did you have the ace of spades?
Trade your khakis for sweats and fade away
Sometimes when I rock the booth it’s soundproofed with a mattress
Every show I perform magic for bullmastiffs
In jackets

[Hook]
Thinking of you, that’s all I seem to do
When you’re here, I close my eyes and disappear
Picture you naked, while you tilt your head
Only time I wear a suit is if somebody’s dead
It could be them, it could be me
Apocalyptic bastard buried at sea
And it’s easy to forget
But don’t you forget about me
It could be them, it could be me
Apocalyptic bastard buried at sea
And it’s easy to forget
But don’t you forget about me