Say Anything, Michelle Zauner, Zack Shaw , Christian Holden - Princess lyrics
[Say Anything, Michelle Zauner, Zack Shaw , Christian Holden - Princess lyrics]
Have you ever even loved?
Could you look a fascist in the eye
And jerk him off in plain sight?
So swollen and enthused
And get pissy about your views
Until you’re cokehead-loquacious
And dizzily confused you’ve got a
Chip up your ass and upon your shoulder too
Would you spit in Little Lucy’s face
Because she watches the movie Frozen
And she wants to be a princess
Even though Disney employs
Nearly genocidal business practices?
If the answer is yes if your answer is yes
If your answer is yes, I tell you
You’re dead to me you’re dead to me
You’re dead to me you’re dead to me
Pop a squat over John Lennon’s grave
Vilified misogynist Guantanamo Bay
Have you ever parsed the meaning
Of "a wage slave"?
Declaring war on ideas while they chip
Away at twenty-hour workday Frito-Lay daze
Never tasting the luxury of light rays
I want the government dead as
Much as the next poet
Is the skin-on-skin too much?
Have you loved? Have you ever even loved?
Have you ever even loved?
Have you ever even loved?
Restless union caught between
Two nymphs inside a second dream
Jungian referenced therapy
Baptized by a Big Gulp
Could you look a fascist in the eye
And jerk him off in plain sight?
So swollen and enthused
And get pissy about your views
Until you’re cokehead-loquacious
And dizzily confused you’ve got a
Chip up your ass and upon your shoulder too
Would you spit in Little Lucy’s face
Because she watches the movie Frozen
And she wants to be a princess
Even though Disney employs
Nearly genocidal business practices?
If the answer is yes if your answer is yes
If your answer is yes, I tell you
You’re dead to me you’re dead to me
You’re dead to me you’re dead to me
Pop a squat over John Lennon’s grave
Vilified misogynist Guantanamo Bay
Have you ever parsed the meaning
Of "a wage slave"?
Declaring war on ideas while they chip
Away at twenty-hour workday Frito-Lay daze
Never tasting the luxury of light rays
I want the government dead as
Much as the next poet
Is the skin-on-skin too much?
Have you loved? Have you ever even loved?
Have you ever even loved?
Have you ever even loved?
Restless union caught between
Two nymphs inside a second dream
Jungian referenced therapy
Baptized by a Big Gulp