all of your friends think you're the bee's knees
but you sleep alone at night
suffocating between the sheets
planning your next great masterpiece
with ego in tow, you go
running around like you own the place
I'll just wait until you fall on your face
you and your high bred coterie
your upturned noses, no Guns n' Roses
flattery, just battery
I can see why you're mad at me
your idiocy is like a venereal disease
spreading like wildfire
amongst your peers
here's three cheers to my apathy
I can see why you're mad at me
I don't want you
that thought haunts you
you can go weep in your skinny jeans
catalog this in your symphony
yeah, I can see why you're mad at me
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022