N1G37

Hook x 2
Look at that boy with that pointy hat in the corner
Is he a dunce, perhaps a witch, or just a foreigner
Or just a hoarder for more of your poor attention
Call me Nigel he said, then everybody went deaf
1st Verse
Snipping wings off frenulums in my sleep
Nicholas sire vie little Ophelia twin peak (reap)
What you sow and also bestow in these meadows of muck
Hotels in space if you have them euro-bucks (for crooks)
This needle here took over by Amazonian frauds
And pushed us all to outer limit pods
Pretty sure I told you long ago in curated cocoons
For those of you without a silver spoon (spoon)
Perhaps it went over your head like that halo we’ve never had
Bad means good and good means rad if you had (true)
A nostalgic upbringing of biking, boarding, courting
Each dame you had a crush on find thus (mortifying)
You relying on all the wrong things with a passion
As if sorrow is your happiness and drowsy is your fashion
(get it good)
Out lashing often at the orphans as they find home (home)
Caption your epitaph ass
Lonely, but all alone