You tried to speak truth, now everyone hates you
But what happened?
You’s a good person

You got tempers a-flarin’; fourth estates blarin’
The future sees me starin’, music everywhere
You got busted rage screamin’
Deep thinkers dreamin’
Reputation management is like the new healthcare
I’m just a regular bloke who came out all ’90s
Not the ‘60s; it’s my specificity really
Hotness is my story
Handsomeness my glory
Are we the stupidest to ever exist?

Tell me—have the times ended yet?
(Hoardin’ all the glory, that’s the human story)
Tell me—have the times ended yet?
(Boom chica wow wow, that too prolly)
Blue, pink, orange in the head
Christ is comin’ back
For the light spectrum (woah)
Tell me—does postmodernity get it yet?

You tried to speak truth, they can all see that
So what exactly happened?
You’re like a lovable cat
You got tempers a-flarin’, I mean it’s truly apparent
Do you write the “first draft of history” or don’t you?
Have you sorta noticed, story after story
In the 21st century, all sort of converging?
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
You’re in the Second Testament
I’m sure it don’t mean nothin’
I know I made misjudgments but I’ll try to state persistent
A proseline is like a sum constitution
Be dynamic, to stay consistent

Tell me—have the times ended yet?
(Hoardin’ all the stories, that the human mori?)
Tell me—have the times ended yet?
(Boom chica wow wow, that too prolly!)
Blue, pink, orange in the head
Christ is comin’ back
For the light spectrum? (Woah)
Tell me—does postmodernity get it yet?

They’ll say I hate women, they’ll say I hate men
They’ll say I hate the pretty
Or that I don’t like stupid
They’ll say I been drinkin’ and drivin’
Roadin’ and ragin’, crackin’ my genius
At any wack target
I bow for all the battles I pity-waged lamentably
I just been singin’ what tickles my G drums
I wrote myself into Jesus ex-peri-men-tally
That’s not how most messianic claims happen
You tried to tell the truth, you’s such a good person
You’re a strummer of the blues
Hm, what happened?

I’m an international anthem
Globe, put your arms down
I’m a living pause button
What the fuck is even going on here?
Girl, you have landed
Boys, in the land of
Pink decline and danger
Son of America (JFK Jr. meets Christ)!

Tell me—have the times ended yet?
(Hoardin’ all the ragin’, just because I’m Cajun)
Tell me—have the times ended yet?
(Boom chica wow wow, that too prolly!)
Blue, pink, orange in the head
Christ is comin’ back
For the light spectrum? (Woah)
Tell me—does postmodernity get it yet?

You tried to tell the truth, you’s such a good person
You’re a human in the news
Hm, what happened?
You tried to tell the truth, you’s such a good person
You’re a human in the news
Hm, what happened?

You tried to tell the truth, you’s such a good person
You’re a human in the news
Hm, what happened?

You tried to tell the truth, you’s such a good person
You’re a human in the news
Hm, what happened?

(“Isn’t human power just… one giant human idol?”)