Man Man - Haute Tropique lyrics

Rarely does chi factor into
The type of people he chooses to consume
He likes 'em big and overgrown
More meat to gristle, more muscle he can hone

Two Hmongs from a deli
He sriracha'd and jellied
And made a corset out of them for his belly
A Haitian from Florida's now a
Rug in his foyer a girl from Delaware is
A high-arched back chair
The paperboy's a paperweight
Alberta's a lampshade
The fireman's an ashtray
The DJ spins as fan blades
"When will it end, oh
These horrible things?"
He asks himself nightly
Voices in his head sing

"You're born what you're meant to be
If you're bad, then be bad the best
If you're good, stay away from me
We're a bad influence, we're the best"

If you wanna steal
Go and steal what you want!
If sniffing women's heels gets you off
I won't watch! And if you gotta dress like a
Fox in distress in the woods
Well, you can, and you could, and you should!

Oh, here's a story of a lovely lady
Who had three daughters who
Drove her fucking crazy
She hacked ‘em up with an old machete
And threw a party with dead daughter confetti
I comb my hair! (hair)
I brush my teeth! (teeth)
I eat my peas like a good boy's supposed to
I wear a tie! (tie) boa constrictive (snake)
I eat my pride like a lion's supposed to

You're born what you're meant to be
If you're bad, then be bad the best
If you're good, stay away from me
I'm a bad influence, I'm the best
You're born what you're meant to be
If you're bad, then be bad the best
If you're good, stay away from me
We're a bad influence, we're the best