Still Life With Hot Deuce On Silver Platter (Titus Andronicus)

You're going through phases Are you some kind of man Or a moon? Either way, these here boots They're gonna walk All over you It's all true, isn't it? There's no real altruism, kid It's just a new set of clothes On the same old selfishness Cold piss! Out, walking the street Looking for these Alleged elegant truths It's just me Lonely me And the other relevant dudes Arrogant enough to believe This is developing news I exist just as a fish Stuck with the pelican blues Hot deuce Oh, Hot deuce Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again Here it goes again Here it goes again Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again Here it goes again Here it goes again Tonight I'm crying for a baby Who's never going to be born My authentic self was aborted At the age of four You know I'll always be a junkie You see me spread across the floor 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 angels Don't come around no more But I'm not gonna cry I'm not gonna cry I'm not gonna cry Thinking bout that baby But I'm gonna die Die if I don't try Try to bring that man to life But what of the classic contest Content versus Context? They have a fight Context wins Con men contact Content's next of kin Saying I'm looking for your least-feminine lesbian We're gonna pump her so full of bovine estrogen She won't be masculine, I'm high on mescaline But no one knows, 'Cause I shit on some Mexicans Hot deuce