[Verse 1]
We got our first apartment and spent six months in the front room laughing
Darkness was attractive
Dust in the cabinets 'cause we could only afford paper plates, no napkins
Your mother approaching us, the repercussions of life, no ramekins
I learned to be a man again
I learned to be a mannequin
I learned to be a man again

[Verse 2]
In my mind I’m the corduroy coon prince
From the outside I'm more like a really dumb doofus
Rap albums made my face expand like lupus
Quit college, I never made it to a senior student
Because I had a dangerous secret like Remus Lupin
That means I'm a scary fuckin’ werewolf
Swear to God I nearly blew my brains out on Tuesday
Safari Al taught me how to hide it like a toupee
Now I’m eating Domino's with the lads on a Thursday
It’s Hellfyre til I’m dead
That’s not per se

[Verse 3]
Listen to Mike Eagle’s dishes
When I know I’m gonna feel weird
Because I can’t call him up
Just to say I feel weird
Family dollars pots and pans rust too fast
Asking if I can borrow his preamp and other doodads
“Hey Mike, Rory here…calling about that preamp again”
There were seventeen days
Where I only read Jean Genet
And before bed I only watched Office Space
That was a polarizing experience
Where do I go to be notarized as delirious
Tall and thin built like a NFL punter
Couldn’t afford cover art by Clementine Hunter, my n***a
Don't bet you're passing
Type of dude to beat you with a sculpture of Fletcher, Magnum
Point out how your aesthetic is totally lacking
[Interlude]
See what you need to understand of Kant’s notion of the sublime is that there needs to be an element of clear and present danger
Something so beautiful it could kill you
Like if Kim Kardashian were to smother the life out of you with her enormous butt cheeks
That would be a truly sublime experience

[Hook]
I know I made a mess, it’s time to pick up sticks
I know I made a mess, it’s time to pick up sticks
I know I made a mess, it’s time to pick up sticks
I know I made a mess, it’s time to pick up sticks
I know I made a...
I know I made a...
You can’t tell me why
You can’t tell me why
You can’t tell me why
'Cause you never fuckin’ knew
You can’t tell me why
You can’t tell me why
You can’t tell me why
'Cause you never fuckin’ knew

[Bridge]
This is an alcove
This is an outpost
This is a village in a poplar grove
This is an imaginary place
This is the room of the Wolfmother wallpaper
This is an alcove
This is an outpost
This is a village in a poplar grove
This is an imaginary place
This is the room of the Wolfmother wallpaper
[Outro]
We will not tolerate beating, lynching, burning, raping
Pillaging, drugging, mass-murdering of blacks—we are not your
O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y R-A-P-P-E-R
N-I-G-G-E-R-S—on our chest
Is wickedness, the press is telling us lies
We will not tolerate white men murdering black men, taking 'em home, chopping their bones, and smothering them with plastic
And dipping their heads in acid—wonder if Dahmer dies? Huh
We will not tolerate Daryl Gates, hates, beats blacks
Creates mistakes, false facts—fuck that, get my—
—gat from under my hat, surprise; wait! Don't wait! Anticipate
Fate, liberate state of mind, 'sary millimeter nine
We're reaching out so we can feed the blind, here, it's clear
We will not tolerate—fear