I remember a time when I didn't know my friends I want to go back then To when it all began I remember a time when I didn't know you I want to go back then Play it all until the screen turns blue I don't want to be on the cover I don't want to meet your half-deaf mother It was the gun of Chekov, Pavel I just want to be loved by Vaclav Havel It's stupid how I’ve already met Everyone I know I want to introduce myself again By an alter ego Just let me be An alien in this land You can call me Al Or you can call me Ampersand I don't want to be on the cover I don't want to meet your half-deaf mother It was the gun of Chekov, Pavel I just want to be loved by Vaclav Havel If I am haunted by memories of my past It’s because I know I fucked up everything I had And I’m living in a future that is not real I wish that I could forget how to feel I don't want to be on the cover I don't want to meet your half-deaf mother It was the gun of Chekov, Pavel I just want to be loved by Vaclav Havel Woaooah oh nooo oh no!

Wicked witch of the West You're the one that I love the best Fell in love with you in the East But I would never love you like I love the beast I'm feeling a sense of deja vu I don't know what I am to do I want to run away from this place I want to run away from this race My bass guitar Would rather kill itself Than play this song For you My bass guitar Would rather kill itself Than play this song For you My brain is a fire I'd like to douse I'm allergic to everything in my house My mind is a fire I'd like to douse I'm allergic to everything in my house My bass guitar Would rather kill itself Than play this song For you My bass guitar Would rather kill itself Than play this song For you Huh! Crazy bitch of the West Guess I already failed this test Maybe I should move up North Maybe I should meta-morph White people... Piss me off! White people... Piss me off! White people... Piss me off! White people... Piss me off!

Turns out that I was right The self-deprecating things I said that night And it didn't take so long For me to go and prove you wrong. You said that: I am not an asshole, and I am not a douchebag, too Well that is what I said about myself And I think that it was true I could back myself up with textual evidence So many awful things that I said but I never meant But I did say them and that’s a fact I guess I just didn't care how you'd react and so Maybe I am an asshole, and Maybe I am a douchebag, too I've got some louder things that I would say about me But my dad is upstairs, and I think he's asleep It’s getting quieter now, I’m trying to change my perspective It’s getting quieter now, I’m getting pretty introspective It’s getting quieter now... It’s getting pretty fucking quiet now! She said she loved me for my eyes She said she's always hated my glasses She said she's always wished that I Would get contact lenses It's getting quieter now, I'm trying to change my perspective It's getting quieter now, I'm getting pretty self-reflective It's getting quieter now... It's getting pretty fucking quiet now! And I’m definitely an asshole And I’m definitely a douchebag, too I've got some louder things that I would say about me But my dad is upstairs, and I think he's asleep

My roommate's probably in Mexico He's probably in the oldest part of Mexico My roommate's probably Down by the river counting geese My roommate's probably In a Wawa down in Bucks County My roommate's probably In some dinky CDP And I'm probably walking into the nearest Fast-food restaurant restroom And I'm waving my hands Underneath the automated hand dryer In order to create the din of eco-friendly hand drying So nobody outside the room can hear me screamcrying YAH YAH YAH YAH WOH WOH WOH WOH YAAAAAAAAAAHH AH YAH YAH YAH WOH WOH WOH WOH YAAAAAAAAAAHH My roommate's probably in Mexico He's probably in the coldest part of Mexico My roommate's probably Down by the river counting geese My roommate's probably In a Wawa down in Bucks County My roommate's probably In Washington D.C.

Big-money colleges Taking all the hard-earned money That I haven't earned yet And they're lining their pockets Big-city colleges Full of fun places to spend more money That I don't have yet And that I'll probably never get Big-name universities I'm sure my grandma would be proud of me If she could only remember Who I am Fuck everybody Fuck everybody Fuck everybody In this city Never before have I Met so many people from California Who weren't named Brian Never before have I Met so many people from California Who I fell in love with Fuck everybody Fuck everybody Fuck everybody In this city Big-money colleges Taking all the hard-earned money That I haven't earned yet And they're lining their pockets Big-city colleges Full of fun places to spend more money That I don't have yet And that I'll probably never get Big-name universities I'm sure my grandma would be proud of me If she could only remember Who I am Fuck everybody Fuck everybody Fuck everybody In this city

Well they're pulling our legs And they're pulling our muscles They're eating up the mainstream Cuz they're: MAINSTREAM MUNCHERS MAINSTREAM MUNCHERS They're wearing smartwatches And boots made of leather Handbags that carry nothing but Manufactured treasure Go back to your spin class Forget how to think Slave to your elliptical To your electrolyte drink MAINSTREAM MUNCHERS MAINSTREAM MUNCHERS You think you’re unique You think you’re special You shop at Target Your mom reads Reader's Digest Kids using synthesizers I'd rather eat silica gel I’d rather work for Verizon Synthesizers can go to hell MAINSTREAM MUNCHERS MAINSTREAM MUNCHERS They're hating on the mainstream Because they think it's cool Well go back to your daydream Go back to school MAINSTREAM MUNCHERS MAINSTREAM MUNCHERS

I fell in love with the sound of a power drill Driving to the University of McGill Metal machines make me wanna shout Music to my mouth when the data runs out Speed limits streets signs all in French I wanna drive this car into a trench Don't know the words to these fucking songs But I can tell when they're dropping the "putain" bombs Canadian radio (Fuck the FCC) Canadian radio (I don't wanna be clean) Canadian radio (Set my country free) Canadian radio (That’s where I wanna be) Front-gun, back-seat, fuck the police (YEAH) Power tools to the Prez, panic in the streets Poisoning airwaves 90.3 How many silos does a country need Canadian radio (Fuck the FCC) Canadian radio (I don't wanna be clean) Canadian radio (Set my country free) Canadian radio (That’s where I wanna be)

Oh I wanted this to be a ska band But I don’t know how to skank I wanted us to tee-totally straight-edge I tripped, and I smoked, and I dranked Yeah everything I joked about trying Once I got to university My subconscious wasn’t lying Got pretty fucked up on LSD And it’s such a beautiful day to walk around And pick up sticks that I find on the ground Name them after my favorite people Like the mom from Mamma Mia!, Meryl Streeple, oh yeah And Duke told me to do more drugs My basement is concrete, it’s got no rugs My brother stole my car, and my cousin stole my bed So I’m powered by the flowers inside of my head And it’s time for me to get a job I’ll go out on the streets and start selling kebab I don’t know how to read, and I’m getting distracted I don’t have a plan, but I do have some acid And it’s such a beautiful day to walk around Look at all the sticks that I find on the ground Name them after my favorite people Like the mom from Mamma Mia!... Meryl Streeple, oh yeah woah yeah I can see faces on the sticks I can see faces in the knots of a tree Faces on the sticks They are my friends and not enemy Faces on the sticks I can see faces in the knots of a tree Faces in the sticks They are my friends and my enemies Faces on the sticks I can see faces in the binary tree Faces on the sticks They’re my friends and not enemy Faces on the sticks Faces in the knots of a tree Faces on the sticks They’re my friends and my enemies

Yeaaah I’ve never been to Hell, Michigan But I know that’s where you go When you lead a life of sin When I fall prey once again To five or six or seven You can lock the gates, ‘cause in Michigan There is no town called Heaven

Broken lights and running faucets Flooded bathtub, I’ve fucking lost it Put scissors in my bed Kill me when I am dead And do I even want to go? If she calls me, I can’t say no I’m a slave, I’m caught, inside her net I’m a bird, in a cage, I am her pet Just one word written on a piece of paper: CRAWL! CRAWL! CRAWL! CRAWL! One word written and I can’t escape her Just one word written on a piece of paper: CRAWL! CRAWL! CRAWL! CRAWL! One word written and I can’t escape her She’s a walking sunk cost fallacy Wasting my time thinking about her and me This is going nowhere, no luck Fucking shit, goddam it, this sucks! Just one word written on a piece of paper: CRAWL! CRAWL! CRAWL! CRAWL! One word written and I can’t escape her Just one word written on a piece of paper: CRAWL! CRAWL! CRAWL! CRAWL! One word written and I can’t escape her (One word written on a piece of paper) (One word written on a piece of paper)

These beats coming at you straight from the horse's mouth Gallop D.M.C.! Busta Reins: Me and my posse ride into in your town You nobodies don't get we horsin’ around When I jump in an L shape you will meet your fate Mark it on a calendar today is your death date Longface Killah: I don’t make jokes or talk weak smack Know this ho, I’m no bitch-ass Bojack And this ain’t no comedy -- it’s a fucking gore fest Of the rapping horses I’m the Kanye Wild Wild West I’m turnin’ tables ride your bitch like I’m a jockey Twenty inches so don’t be shocked if I get cocky Place a bet on me at the O.T.B. So rich I got knighted, bitch, O.B.E. A$AP Jockey: Y’all motherfuckers know I can win any race Secretariat and ‘Biscuit, can’t keep my pace I rap like I run, fastest on the course I’ll teach you not to put the cart before the fuckin horse Longface Killah: I’m an enigma, a riddle, so you can call me Friday Motherfucker it is my way or the highway I’m a mane of the people, I’m preceded by my fame Bitch, you’re just a horse with no name I’ll kick a motherfucker right in the fuckin’ head Beat that motherfucker still after he fuckin’ dead aah I’ll kick a motherfucker right in the fuckin’ head Beat that motherfucker still after he fuckin’ dead aah Busta Reins: I’m the highest horse among us I’m flying way above pegasus I go to sleep; with fifty tranquilizers I wake up, punch a Nazi sympathizer You’re trying to put me in that new zoo I’ll destroy you like I am a Hutu You almost escape, but get a fucking clue ...Close only counts in horseshoes Neigh-Z: All my friends say I’m as frisky as a colt You can lock the barn door, but it’s too late, I bolt To all my haters, there might be a few I’ll cover your mama with my sticky horse glue And if your mama thinks my lyrics too coarse Just rememba, she can always beat a horse... off! And if your mama desires intercourse Just rememba she can always eat a horse... out! Just rememba she can always eat a horse... out! Just rememba she can always eat a horse... out! Just rememba she can always eat a horse... out! Just rememba she can always eat a horse... out! Longface Killah: One-horse apocalypse I ride like conquest With war and famine I put bitches to the test Death is what I bring and I don’t give a damn This apocalypse don’t need no horseman You are a gelding. I am a stallion You are the Gauls. I’m an Italian battalion This ain’t no fancy Olympic dressage This is a feral equestrian barrage Motherfucking horse like a motherfucking horse aah Motherfucking horse like a motherfucking horse Kill a motherfucker with no remorse ‘Cause Imma motherfucking horse like a motherfucking horse You can bring me to water, but you can’t make me drink You can bring me to the club, but you can’t make me think I’m coming at you with 4,000 horse power A bitch could lick this gift horse in the mouth for an hour I’m the OG Trojan, I don’t fuck with that shit So I got a filly in every city that I’ve ever hit Got mares backstage to be chomping at my bit We’re Gallop D.M.C. and your got just got git! Motherfucking horse like a motherfucking horse Imma motherfucking horse like a motherfucking horse Kill a motherfucker with no remorse ‘Cause Imma motherfucking horse like a motherfucking horse aah Motherfucking horse like a motherfucking horse Imma motherfucking horse like a motherfucking horse Kill a motherfucker with no remorse ‘Cause Imma motherfucking horse like a motherfucking horse aah

The sea is a mystery An ocean of listerine Untold ancient history I am the Lizard Queen Obscure anemone Bicurious identity Fight the broken pipe dream We are the Lizard Queen Always there, but never seen Control the world behind the scenes Fake moon landing TV screen I am the Lizard Queen They are the Lizard Queen Scales of red, white and green Dreaming on a trampoline Surrounded by, the Lizard Queen Unconscious, unleavened Understated, unforseen Undentify with unity Lizard Queen knows what I mean Splicing with a foreign gene Politics a false machine Human flesh is our cuisine All hail me, the Lizard Queen A dancing queen is seventeen She kills the ones with no vaccines Anti-vaxxers are so mean Bring back Baxter, Lizard Queen TJ Maxx and Walgreen Corporate bankers take all green Environmentally obscene No trees on Earth, dear Lizard Queen Morality is unclean Everyday is Halloween When police kill, we intervene Emptying our magazines Augustine the Byzantine Rides up to us in limousine Banging on a tambourine Shouting "Kill the Philistines" Massacre in Bowling Green Economic submarine Peace on earth is never seen And thus we need the Lizard Queen

No sound, no sight Disorientation in the night My plight, never to return to the light We knew space was dark They said we’d never get lost Extend our reach to the stars They never tell you the cost Now it’s been four years, since I last saw my kin My crew dead amongst the night Out here there's no meaning of sin No meaning to wrong or right And I’m Drifting, and Lifting My spirit has broken It’s endless, it’s nameless It’s rust And I’m Drifting, and Lifting The end of my world The end of my time The end of everything that was UAGH! I see a speck Out in the distance As it arrives I surrender resistance I see the light I... begin... to hope I... begin... to know the light! I... can taste the hope inside! The mirage of light approaches The rays of God perched upon the red The flaming soil, the light encroaches The world is spinning or is my head? Endless, nameless I don't know what I can't see Drifting, lifting What the fuck has happened to me? Welcome home, the thing that should not be The speck upon the light as I lay me down to sleep For all I can tell, for all I can see There is no God, it's just you and me And if I die before I wake Mars can go fuck itself I'll take my well-deserved break From this life, from this hell From life.

“G.O.A.T.” Herding livestock like goats and cows Is different to my life somehow Maybe it’s because of how I have never milked a cow Herding livestock like goats and sheep Is not something I dream about in my sleep If I had to do that, I might weep I do not want to herd a sheep Herding livestock like goats and camels Is an interesting way to interact with mammals Everyday, driving them up some damn hills (Not many things rhyme with camels) I do not think that my postmodern life Is well adapted to deal with the strife Of pastoralism and that Easternmost modern life But it’d be pretty cool to have two wife (!SENITSILIHP EHT LLIK)

Lazing around on a rainy day Nothing to do, nothing to say I’m losin’ my mind, but that’s okay Cause I’m gay For you Lazing around on a sunny day Nothing to do, nothing to say I’m losin’ my mind, but that’s okay Cause I’m gay For you