Lyrics
You don't know but you've been told
Oil is worth its blood in gold
Emeralds too and orchids blue
How about something new?
Grooming in the garden
hedging out a plan
Dino topiaries
Solipsistic clan
Francesca's the name
Your head's her game
so don't feel ashamed to step out of frame
She said FEE FI FO and FO FI FUM
THEY MIGHT BE GIANT SERVICEMEN
Looming in the parlor
longing to be sad
Millionaire Ted DiBiase
Supernova dad
Please bring her along as if she'd planned it
but don't expect them to understand it
She had to break for a bit
Two work birthdays in a row
inhaling tokens, H. Tubmans,
and whatevs else, yo
In case you're wondering
which vestige of the moon is male
It should be clear to even those
who haven't heard that tale
of Mr. Kaufman
cavorting with the pink prism
I'LL GIVE YOU ONE CLUE: IT AIN'T MY FACE
Here it goes again
Animate the ancient runes
whistling classic Disney tunes
I don't know but I've been told
Solar reduces fumes
In my soul when I can hear it
Nothing compares with joyful spirit
We can go
Our hands in hands
Traveling lasting lands
Fuming in the mirror
Sinister report
Graceful Jabberwocky