Her fifth incarnation in filth, The first tragic Buddhavista. The last magic singer. The last female singer to open her mouth and not eat since after Christina, The first entertainer to entertain us since the entertainment era entered the picture. Pictures need to go back to the silent era.
I pause for an applause, but silence fills the room's divide; They don't like my lines? Well I'm the new pasty wino, I came here to expound how I... then I left the game to die; Like the game did to me with crack cocaine, Which it turns out I like; You'll niggas don't even smoke crack, viper provides.
Dismayed, they go on to play with more singers, Call girls and you call the band over; Clearly you plan to continue forward; With a drum and bass nobody has ever heard of; Clearly you're like the Doors in the 40's with an in; Misinformed; Just like Jim Morrison; A university student proclaiming to know the way that God would live;
Dwelling in the desperate, Hermitage of my heart, Life is apparent, Yet it appears to be not, As it seams, Cupid's eyes blinded by cloth yards, Shooting at places unseen, And all the arrows' arc, Landing on me, Heart changing by second, Changing more in between, This Cupid gone blinded, Young, fat little fiend, Now days pass idyllically, Lost in the breeze, Days Simon Iff spends searching the trees, His goal has been set, Simple Simon sets free, Hiram Abiff in the woods on his knees. Arms cut from body, Both hands full of dandies.
I dip a dapper super chicken tender; It's Super Tender !, but whatever; I'll forget tomorr'a with bongs and reefer; I'll find myself on a floor 400 dollars poorer. I'll master this lifestyle by vascect'ing myself; Then I can curl into a ball and I won't come in my mouth.