They’re baffled by the way he spoke
and all those million minds he woke
though he told ‘em the same old jokes
he told ‘em the same old jokes

And everybody loves his dress
they feel his arms around their necks
as he tells ‘em to reach the coast
he tells ‘em to reach the coast

we’re eaten alive
by ol’ good times
cut up alive
« here is an handsome sir ! »
We’re eaten alive
by pharoah’s tribe
they put that online
« here’s a final answer ! »
here's a final answer

they’re baffled by the words he wrote
on the bathing caps he had sewn
yet they know their hair are soaked
they know their hair are soaked

we’re eaten alive
by ol’ good times
cut up alive
« here is an handsome sir ! »
we’ve been trolled out live
by putin’s tribe
we saw that online
« here is a final answer ! »
here is a final answer

christ in Brussels
Frost in the sun

like a dog, like a dog on the moon
play like a rolling moan
like a dog, like a dog on the moon
drool at a morning run