MC Frontalot - Oh, The Hilarity lyrics
[MC Frontalot - Oh, The Hilarity lyrics]
Front's non-comedy stylings are piling up
This must be the 5th one
Like I'm just some punk-
Ass non-clown not here to amuse you
You're free to hit stop
Go get hi & watch blue's clues
I got loose screws in my
Comed-o matic at the moment
The fun-fun truck is stuck in
The parking lot doing donuts
And though cuts by front oft
Times cause ha has unequalled
Ain't nothing funny about 250
000 drowned people
How I wish there were! the
Rhymes could unfurl apace
Instead I'm eking every syllable out
An ungeeklike doubt in the grace
Of my brainstem pen to the pad: clumsy
Six weeks since I sat dumbly
Watched the numbers go up like the
Odometer on a formula one
Doubled in every headline as I fed my un-
Drowned first-world self another breakfast
Imagining to have a life not even wrecked
Just washed away clean, set out to ocean
Kids who coveted stranded fish
Caught in the motion
Of an unstable planet and
It's swiftly tilting seashores
Pardon if the rhyme's a little free-form
And I ain't been reborn lately
But I may be someday
Like 250 thousand souls radioing mayday
And imagine them all coming back at once
A legion of newborns with
Wet eyes placing trust
In mainlands, mountains
And landlocked states
Keenly aware of potential repetitions of fate
This adumbrated by the wobble in the womb
Ever sorrowful at the notion of a typhoon
Ever gleeful as a tree-full of
Dry leaf falls down to land undampened
Soft and still on the ground
(we're still on the ground)
So look
I like making humor i poke fun at tumors
All the people that my government tortures
It ain't rumors
It's comedy gold! and I'm old
Hand around the gallows
All the jokes I crack are callous and callow
And shallow and in poor taste
But, I can't seem to summon that up today
Might say all's fair in despair and upheaval
But there ain't nothing funny about 250
000 drowned peop
This must be the 5th one
Like I'm just some punk-
Ass non-clown not here to amuse you
You're free to hit stop
Go get hi & watch blue's clues
I got loose screws in my
Comed-o matic at the moment
The fun-fun truck is stuck in
The parking lot doing donuts
And though cuts by front oft
Times cause ha has unequalled
Ain't nothing funny about 250
000 drowned people
How I wish there were! the
Rhymes could unfurl apace
Instead I'm eking every syllable out
An ungeeklike doubt in the grace
Of my brainstem pen to the pad: clumsy
Six weeks since I sat dumbly
Watched the numbers go up like the
Odometer on a formula one
Doubled in every headline as I fed my un-
Drowned first-world self another breakfast
Imagining to have a life not even wrecked
Just washed away clean, set out to ocean
Kids who coveted stranded fish
Caught in the motion
Of an unstable planet and
It's swiftly tilting seashores
Pardon if the rhyme's a little free-form
And I ain't been reborn lately
But I may be someday
Like 250 thousand souls radioing mayday
And imagine them all coming back at once
A legion of newborns with
Wet eyes placing trust
In mainlands, mountains
And landlocked states
Keenly aware of potential repetitions of fate
This adumbrated by the wobble in the womb
Ever sorrowful at the notion of a typhoon
Ever gleeful as a tree-full of
Dry leaf falls down to land undampened
Soft and still on the ground
(we're still on the ground)
So look
I like making humor i poke fun at tumors
All the people that my government tortures
It ain't rumors
It's comedy gold! and I'm old
Hand around the gallows
All the jokes I crack are callous and callow
And shallow and in poor taste
But, I can't seem to summon that up today
Might say all's fair in despair and upheaval
But there ain't nothing funny about 250
000 drowned peop