[Lyric] Playing the piano drunk (The blunt force trauma)

The bees shoulda said please, when they asked me not to take the queens knees
Boil all the beauty away and see if it'll comeback next thursday
He's a part time daredevil on the weekend it looks for damn sure that he's fallen off the deep end

She can feel the cold night air grip the back of her throat
She looked great when she showed up but she left looking like a ghost
She has the gall to stand on the back of her chair and boast
She fеll off the diving board
Now she's headеd coast to coast

You're painting portraits of warhogs with Andy Warhol
There's a bush on fire, he's got his pants caught oh he's a liar
In the title bout for the world heavyweight championship
The president has fallen asleep at ringside
Ans the tooth of the defendant was last seen with the tigers on a rocket ship
Between the pale blue sky, and where all good things go to die

A victim of the pisspoor planning
The headline for the central park stoning
If you put your ear to the ground
Listen closely you can hear the devil moaning
Oh maybe I'll start a show on broadway
Calling out ms. useless Kellyanne Conway
Or maybe i'll just talk about Kanye

Fresh corpses are packed in the back of the limousine
It's a shame that their faces never met the guillotine
A confession for this crime doused in kerosene
He spends his hard earned time wrapped around her feet
I'll have little anthills in my body
Oh just you wait & see
Maybe then the director will call cut on this ugly scene