Tin Foil Crown (Remix)

[Spoken Intro] ​[Intro - Low Bass & Drums] It starts with a simple rabbit hole A late-night scroll on the Wi-Fi Now I’m looking up at the ceiling fan Paranoid it’s an FBI eye... [Guitar Explosion into Verse 1] [Huge Melodic Bass Riff Drop] [Verse 1] Tin foil crown sitting crooked on my head I’ve been reading things online I probably shouldn’t read in bed Moon landing? Questionable. Bigfoot? Absolutely. Birds might be surveillance... Crop circles? What in the blue fuck makes a crop circle? [Stop] [Dry Spoken] Sounds mental. Fair enough. [Chorus] [Tight Male Backing Vocal Layers] Tin foil crown, shiny side out! I’m not saying I’m right, I’m just saying I’ve got doubts! Tin foil crown, protecting what’s left Of the three working brain cells inside my fucking head! [Verse 2] They say the president’s a time traveler The last one was a reptilian And the one before that? Well... [Stop] Ask his husb….. ummm . Oh yeah. wife, Mike [Fast Guitar Hook] Fuckin' hell. [Pre-Chorus] Aliens built us, and the pyramids? Pyramids on the Moon? Mars? Earth? Uranus? [Pause, giggle] Sorry... couldn’t resist. [Punchy Drums] All mathematically perfect? The Moon, the Sun, the Earth—all mathematically perfect? Coincidence? Probably. Wait... probably not. Bit dodgy, innit? [Chorus] [Tight gang Backing Vocal Layers] Tin foil crown, shiny side out! I’m not saying I’m right, I’m just saying I’ve got doubts! Tin foil crown, sitting crooked on my head Half the shit I believe sounds worse when it’s said! [Verse 3] Elvis is still alive, the moon landing was in Texas My phone knows what I’m thinking— [Music Cuts Out] That one’s actually not funny. Dodgy little bastard. [Heavy Guitar Drop] What if the Matrix is real? What if time isn’t? What if you’re God experiencing yourself as you? [Bass Solo Fill] Hang on. How fucking baked am I? [Chorus] [Tight gang Backing Vocal Layers] Tin foil crown, shiny side out! I’m not saying I’m right, I’m just saying I’ve got doubts! Tin foil crown, sitting crooked on my head Every answer that I find just fucks me up more instead! [Guitar Break] [Fast Octave Riff, Driving Drums] [Bridge- Music swell, Fast Paced, High Energy, more frantic and paranoid vocals] Are aliens in space? Under the ocean? In the middle of the Earth or already inside you? [Breakdown- Faster Rhythm] Now it’s Thohth ,William Donahue, David Icke , and The Gateway Tapes. [Faster, more unhinged gangshout echo] If every cell in your body replaces itself every seven years Who are you?(who are you?)-who am I?(who am I?) What are you?-You aren’t you! [pause] wait where was I ? [Bass Break] Bollocks. I was just looking for Bigfoot. [Verse 4] Simulation? Probably. Parallel worlds? Sure. Dead people talking to me? That’s a Tuesday. The government reads my emails... poor bastards. Imagine getting that job: [Spoken dry sarcastic] "Anything interesting?" "Nah mate, he’s stuck on that spiral shit again." [Pre-Chorus] There’s a lizard in Congress, a portal in Peru The Vatican’s got something downstairs, and Antarctica does too! Every time I learn the truth, there’s another fucking door! I started with Bigfoot, now I don’t trust dinosaurs! Absolute load of bollocks. ...Probably. [Chorus] [Huge High Energy Chorus] Tin foil crown, shiny side out! I know exactly how I sound, that’s why I’m laughing too! You can call me fucking bonkers, I’ve heard worse! But when the mothership lands, I’ll be standing in the driveway! [Outro] [Driving Bass & Minimal Drums] [Dry Spoken Narrative] When some eight-foot grey bastard steps onto my lawn... Don’t come knocking. Don’t ask what the plan is. I’ll be standing in the driveway, in my underwear, A pre-roll in one hand, tin foil crown on my head, giving the 2 finger salute at the neighbours like... [Stop] Who’s the fucking mentalist now, mate? [Pick Scrape] [Feedback Fadeout] [End]