MC Lars, Brett Anderson, Gabe Saporta - Hey There Ophelia lyrics

The name’s Hamlet’s and I’ve got a tale
About madness, lust and a female
Dad’s a ghost and he roams the floors
Lurks at night in Elsinore
Got a pale face just like Kiss paint
Normal you know this ain’t
Something is rotten up in Denmark
A sick mistake
My Uncle Claudius, his alibi is fishy
Suspicions of murder because he’s
Acting hella shifty
Frailty – thy name is woman because
My mom’s on his D-
A-N-IS-H throne my Dad’s ghost tells me
"Swear (swear, swear) , to revenge my regicide
Claudius iced me one night
Under my crown he tries to hide
So Hamlet here’s your mission:
Use your antic disposition
Make them think you’re crazy
Bring justice fuse the fission"


Meanwhile my girl Ophelia is goth as hell
Keeps a razor by her wrist
Rocks out to Soft Cell
This girl has got more
Issues than Amy Winehouse
I’m like get thee to a nunnery
I’m not trying to find a
Spouse… and she says:
"Screw that forget about that I don’t want
To think about anything like that
Screw that forget about that I don’t want
To know about anything like that"

I’ve got nothing to do
But hang around and get screwed up on you
(forget it though) i’ve got nothing to do
But hang around and get screwed up on you
(just let it go)

I’m an emo prince, non-committal as could be
You’d be non-committal too if you
Were flawed like me
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are on my
Back and I’ve had it
I’ve got these players down from Norway
Let them practice in the attic
I’ll have them reenact the murder
Watch my uncle’s expression
The play’s the thing to catch the
King and teach him a lesson
My uncle freaks out at the play I
Know he did it just like OJ
Can’t 187 while he prays because
Hamlet won’t play that way (nope)
Confront my mom throw her down on the bed
Because this Oedipus complex has got
Me stressed in the head
Then I killed my girlfriend’s dad
He was spying now he’s dead
I screamed at my mom while the
Blood made the carpet turn red
See kings lose crowns but
Princes stay intelligent
R kelly has girl problems? This is drama
That’s irrelevant ophelia bursts in throwing
Columbines and daisies
Singing songs about virginity gone – she’s
Honest but she’s still crazy and she says

"Screw that forget about that I don’t want
To think about anything like that
Screw that forget about that I don’t want
To know about anything like that"

I’ve got nothing to do
But hang around and get screwed up on you
(you’ve got to see) i’ve got nothing to do
But hang around and get screwed up on you
(not you it’s me)

We’ve got clowns in the graveyard
And I’m talking to skulls
We’ve got murder and incest
Who said Shakespeare was dull?
My girlfriend took her life
And I’m like "Goodness gracious"
Her brother wants to duel –
Laertes is too pugnacious
My uncle dipped the tip of
The saber in poison (duel time)
Then he poisoned the cup
That mom started enjoyin’ (tool time)
I got stabbed with the poison sword
Then I stabbed my girlfriend’s brother
And then I stabbed my uncle and
We’ve all killed each other
To be or not to be? Well
I guess that solves that one
And I would have stayed in Wittgenberg if
I’d know that this would happen
If you’re ever up in Denmark
On a moonlit night
You’ll hear Ophelia’s sad song when
The full moon’s bright
Baby I’m sorry I messed up
Good night my sweet princess
May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
And they sing:

I’ve got nothing to do
But hang around and get screwed up on you
(forget it though) i’ve got nothing to do
But hang around and get screwed up on you
(just let it go)

I’ve got nothing to do
But hang around and get screwed up on you
(you’ve got to see) i’ve got nothing to do
But hang around and get screwed up on you
(not you it’s me)