Clown Blood; or, Orpheus’ Bobbing Head (Explicit) Lyrics
Entry of the Gladiators’ tinnitus plays in my skull
Climb the Anhedonian Mountains just to circle the plughole
It’s with regret I am succumbing to nostalgia
Been thinking ‘bout you on that Lanzarote lounger
God only knows why, she’s worrying about me
God only knows I am scurrilously making this about me
It’s not as if I want her to, I want for nothing
Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing
Saw your Bundesliga boy in A&E
Blues and twos from Leisure Leagues, my bildungsroman reads
You cannot call whitewash a rivalry
Drown him in a deep dish pizza, kiss the last breath from his cheeks
Gets the Clown Blood pumping, way more bitter than the taste is
She ****s to cum, I drink to be drunk, and both of us are wasted
(Can we all calm the **** down?)
Parasocial puppet master, every sucker in between
Sacrificial Muppet pastor, to a thousand needy teens
And I moved Hades so, he extinguished the fire
That’s what they mean when they proclaim the boy’s a lyre
God only knows why, she’s worrying about me
God only knows I am scurrilously making this about me
It’s not as if I want her to, I want for nothing
Each evening, morning, afternoon, I want for nothing
Orpheus’ head bobs in the ocean
I admit it takes one to know one
Orpheus’ head bobs in the ocean
And the another one...