[Intro: Slow creeping bass, detuned music box, tolling church bell, tape hiss] [Instrumental] [Verse: Whispered raspy vocals, paranoid delivery, close mic] Three AM, I straighten the brim again Felt's getting heavy where the horns press in Turned every mirror in the hall to the wall He doesn't like witnesses, not at all Found a loose thread last night in the seam Pulled it and heard something breathing underneath It speaks my name in a voice that ain't mine Says wear me straight, boy, wear me fine [Pre-Chorus: Rising electronic noise, vocal buildup, war drums] I tell myself it's static, tell myself it's heat Just a little itch behind the teeth But he's tapping out the rhythm of my heart And the whisper turns into a dream And the dream turns into a… (aah) [Chorus: restrained yet forceful vocal, distorted heavy guitars] It hides under the hat Clawing at the seam where my skull goes flat Under the hat It creeps where the prayers never reach It preaches with my mouth when I try to speak It peeks out… from under the hat [eerie calliope riff, unsettling theatrical vocals] Under the hat [Verse 2: Half sung half confessed, eerie synth pads swell] Confessional booth smells like wet wool and rust I told the priest, he told me it was just dust But dust don't leave hoof prints in my head Dust don't tell me who should wind up dead [Breakdown: Mechanical halftime, sub bass drop, glitch vocal] Am I glitching out? Am I glitching up? Am I glitching down… glitching… UNDER! Under the hat Under the hat [Bridge: Bass and music box only, intimate baritone] When I feel like I am losing control I don’t give into the darkened soul I just have a little chat With the goat under the hat [Goat Demon Vocals: layered, demonic bleat, synth screech] Listen up and then repeat “Good things come to those who bleat!” [Final Chorus: Full band, jagged guitars, manic absurdist, restrained vocal aggression] Now it’s WEARING ME… under the hat Smiling with my face while it tips it back Took every good thought that I ever had And let it rot under, rot under the hat You can’t kill it, YOU CAN ONLY TIP YOUR HAT AND BLEAT… BLEAT! [calliope riff, unhinged vocals] From under… under the hat Under the hat Under the hat [Outro: Fading electronic static, slow mechanical beat, spoken word fade out] You think I'm alone up here? No. We have an understanding I keep him warm. He keeps me honest Shhh. He's listening now Gentlemen... tip… your… hats [end]
