Dark Time Sunshine, Hail Mary Mallon - Poor Pavel lyrics

Poor Pavel even though your mom’s a model
You walk these streets panhandling
For a gold bottle
Call your moms bro, your dad’s a deadbeat
So it’s up to you and us to
Be a man of the house can’t you see, see?
Some others are attached to what
We saying here Pavel
Some others are attached to what
We saying here Pavel
Some others are attached to what
We saying here Pavel
Poor Pavel, guess them turntables do wobble

I’m Florian Schneider
A valеdictorian choreographing psyche
Mental bindеrs
The trapper with the velcro go with
The flow like bouncing ball reminders
We out here, we giveth
We taketh away if you are cruel not kinder


Influencer insider, what a time this is
Where the business-minded hybrid lives
Where dreams may come and go
Where the wild things lurk and do they biz
In Hoff-like, environment
Goth spikes, retirement moth dust, colodipen
Shook ones, try again my philosophy lingo
My wardrobe was forged by God herself
I’m a God myself though
Imma guide myself, don’t need no help
We encompass those trumpets you hear
In clouds and also bells outwardly
Forensic Files on the Vatican tiles
Or mob wives devour thee
A striking resemblance to Cersei
They bitch face, we bitch face
They witch mage
Which witch page will you end up on?
‘Cause we on the front (page)
The small winded version of
Farewells and so longs
From us to those who tend to
Carry on in they merry song

Poor Pavel even though your mom’s a model
You walk these streets panhandling
For a gold bottle
Call your moms bro, your dad’s a deadbeat
So it’s up to you and us to
Be a man of the house can’t you see, see?
Some others are attached to what
We saying here Pavel
Some others are attached to what
We saying here Pavel
Some others are attached to what
We saying here Pavel
Poor Pavel, guess them turntables do wobble

My pit's smell like an Arthur Ave deli
My wit's end in a larger cat’s belly
My starter cap's filthy and
My angel’s got eyes
On the butterscotch cookies and
The tabletop pies wave the loss bye
Another week without weddings
My caterers are laborers or
Beaten down weapons
And acid-washed denims in their
Emblems don’t match
So we feed ‘em to the heathens
That are several rows back
Get the Bozack Morris Day, nothing but time
To waste away the database and
Cut in lunch lines
Coming up blind in the bamboo garage
With some old 45s and a brand new Naväge
King commérage, keep the stardust glitters
My elbows turn to jello in
My spark plug slippers
If Karma’s such a bitch I
Wish she settled this shit
With them Scooby Doo zealots
And them meddling kids

Poor Pavel even though your mom’s a model
You walk these streets panhandling
For a gold bottle
Call your moms bro, your dad’s a deadbeat
So it’s up to you and us to
Be a man of the house can’t you see, see?
Some others are attached to what
We saying here Pavel
Some others are attached to what
We saying here Pavel
Some others are attached to what
We saying here Pavel
Poor Pavel, guess them turntables do wobble

(Aye) If I’m horizontal eight hours
On a thousand nails
Waking up is more than putting
Piss into the howling gales
It’s howling back and how to zero
In on whence the alpha hails smoke ‘em out
Show ‘em what a little cat and mouse entails
Or we can fast forward to a
Feline full of mouse entrails
The tail hanging from his mouth
Turn a bouncer pale
The bones floating in his vomit
Turn a bully green
You sweating bullets homie, pull up
I start pulling weeds
No dozer, home with drones over
Old stoner, crows on both shoulders
Skeleton boat rowers scind the
City on shorely breaking down doors
Swinging oars at support beams
Throwing horns up, jumping on parked cars
Fork out, support team looking like tartare
Birds eye on the fires for the final shot
Dark star brightest
Dark Time Sunshine o’clock