[Verse 1] Sardonically, we flee the heat and hose down with Aquatic reprieve, conditioned air, and manufactured seas. Seasoning of the season, reasons for treasons committed with dad’s son. Some sun will ruin the skin, but none will burn what’s within. The cooler the heart, the tarter the fooler, But recognize the cyclical mind ruler. [Pre-Chorus] It leads and measures, reads and pleasures— Take, for example, all the Heathers, All the feathers they flaunt only to appear more gaunt, Eating less, consuming more, These inspire gore. Popcorn ready butter from the stored stories, Shutter-shot photography, flutter flock pornography. [Chorus] Butterflies symphonically referring to the lottery, Structure lost in paradise, tons of Johns milk the dice of life. But Joyce prizes concise literary, Spite-complex hexes vexing the next T-rexes, Messing with flexed muscle Lexuses driving through a movieplex. [Verse 2] Sarcastic humor, Amy Schumers, No sooner do you lose her then when two movers tune your ears to hear What’s plain with beer, A queer rearing, or sincere friend send pens. Through the lens of a looking-glass Depends a rosy, morose, glorified past. [Bridge] Blastoising a fiery return of sass, The saucy replacement of the mass. Crass undertakings, surpass my makings, Assuming one is truly flaking while the other is caking. Taken with a camera, in panorama, in Panama, Things aren't so bad to Ma, but consider: La La La La La, blah blah blah, La di dah, and ta ta. [Outro] Now switch those prefixes with h’s and laugh at the plot.
