[Intro]

Yo, the story continues
Oh
Ungh (x4)

(Laughter)

Ungh (x6)
Uh huh
Uh huh


[Verse 1]

I reached into my pocket and withdrew an 8x11 piece of you folded up in paper
I unfolded it revealing a child's hand-scribbled lit drawing
Four boys arms outstretched, hands interlinked navigating through the Red Sea
My son Jayden had drawn it in reality during Sunday School class two weeks before I lost him
I kissed the forehead of each boy, my sons, folded the paper back into a wad and stuffed it back into my pocket
The lyrics were odd, but they were vеry clear and here's what thеy said:

You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the middle of the darkness
You're a man of the night
This was the moment I'd wait for throughout my two-year stint in the Aarosphere
The culmination of my training as a solipsitic psychic alien hybrid silicon robot government agent that did not fuck goats
Rumors spiraled around the emergence of the Hive Queen, Gaga, but intelligence hadn't got a handle on her before my child friend Pete, who I now call Tupee, had an

Epiphany
Now was the timing. Our window of opportunity to change the world forever

[Verse 2]

The siren
Siren's
Psychic siren's lulling song had manipulated the minds of millions of unassuming music lovers around the world
The mass exodus to her artRave was by design
I had read the Mother Monster's aura and her mind during my exodus from Lynnwood
But I had no idea of the gravity of the situation prior, uh, to the moment
The future now was upon me and I knew she was a sweet, dedicated girl under all of the fluff, but I also knew what she really was: A lonely and destitute person of Spirit

A champ at feigning happiness and I didn't fear it
I felt pity for her
In my strength, I had surpassed her intensity levels
Er, our hour was coming to a close. No wait, no wait
Our vibrations were not coming to a close
Were not coming to a close
Our vibrations were not on the same plane
Her power waned
[Verse 3]

The ArtBall Tour, the Gypsy Life
The Hive Queen was docile and we had to make our move
"Sir, get a handle on yourself. The Hornometer is registering off the charts and save it for the ArtRave"
"Uh, Queelor if I want to get my debt, dick wet, on my time that's my business."
I said, "Yes sir, oh sir, yes Queelor, get me a beer"
"Roger that good buddy, good luck, sir. The world is with you."
The SS Jolly Rancher entered the Earth atmosphere around 0840, yeah
I fastened the holsters on my chest and my hip; I secured my armor and it
I nodded in affirmation at Jory, he nodded back, and we were men of honor that men of wisdom and men of stature
We would not be denied, no sir
"You've never taken on a mission like this sir," Jory said

[Outro]

And I grabbed a bird
And a word
And I was absurd
And I was absurd
A bird
A bird
I am absurd
I am absurd
A bird
Absurd (x4)
I am a bird
Absurd (x4)
I am a bird
(Tweeting noise)