ฟังเพลงClown Blood; or, Orpheus’ Bobbing Head (Explicit)

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...