Our Hero (Post-Bop Filth)

from Hardships & Head Trips by King Rhythm

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lyrics

my alarm spit up just to provoke
who set it
it's genius how they creep while you sleep
no matter I got that restless leg
now dig the release from a bout with a case
I'm sick of my face
I gotta get out of this place
and soon after there began the laughter
tell me what were they about
I tried the subtle approach
I said listen you know I'm broken
my eye keeps falling out
I sent away for that adhesive package they advertise
but it hasn't arrived
and I'm riddled
riddled with complication
cause by the look of things
I'm fresh out of rings
so coming back home will be no easy task
and in my continual must for calculation
I grow hungry for information
take notes at the cafe and study life from afar
laughing to myself clicking my teeth
tearing my napkin to tiny pieces
rubbing my hands together
back and forth back and forth
feel the warmth
feel the heat
fear the deceit
ah victory
another theory complete
and the plot thickens
new ingredients were tossed
I heard Dizzy and Bird were going to be playing here tonight
so I'll stay for the sight
but they lied those bastards always do
somebody said something about a f lat tire
there was also talk of bad weather
an unpaid debt and a horn in the hock
but I knew they were talkin bout me
you always know when they're talkin bout you
if they're smiling laughing brimming with maddness
that's the sign
lunatics
off with their heads
off with their heads
let em roll
I bite my nails and feed the snails
a delicate insanity that prevails
there's so many bugs out tonight
somebody could easily set up shop
they would surely bite
they're suckers for a good jolt of electricity
they pay for that kind of thing
come out of the woodwork in droves