we walk into a coven, there are witches of three
and they all look up at us, and especially at me
"the six-handed goddess will see you now;
this fermented tea and warm milk ought to chill you right out!"
you always want to bomb the Middle East on the weekend
when we could be cutting grass or eating cheese with your girlfriend
we could learn to read and write in Portuguese or Korean
but you always want to bomb the Middle East
me and panic woke up together
this is not one night, no, it is forever
i will make breakfast, avocado toast
you’ll be father, son, and the holy freaking ghost
black eyes, black eyeliner and hair
bury me with a sock tan, the sexy national anthem
black eyes, black leather and flowers
bury me with my drama, the sexy national anthem
good morning fellow perverts, good morning middle spoons
do you think it’s over? it really seems like it’s over
do you want to argue? i don’t want to argue
we should donate all our money to um, something
something good