Strange Headfellows

I Want You In My Head
Why would you want to waste your breath on someone who
Knows nothing deeper than a fucking Hallmark card?
I’m not much of a catch but at least with me you’ve
Got half a chance of a decent conversation.

So drop the platitudes
And lazy half-rhymed tosh
You had saved up for some
Pig-ignorant moron,
And sing me a song that
Shows you actually care.

Sing me a song that’ll rip me to pieces, or
Just don’t bother singing.
Now is your chance to get yourself into my head
And live there forever.


‘The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.’ – Friedrich Nietzche, The Dawn