​of Montreal - 20th Century Schizofriendic Revengoid-man lyrics

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I can't go to work today
'Cause, I've forgotten how to human (Ah)
I've chosen not to make revenge art anymore
I'm cured of schizofriendia
I'd love to be the anxiety-free
Happiness man, man, that's not me

Why does everything seem fake?
Why does it all seem so unreal?
Dissociative Disorder has got me
Driving my baby's guitar insane

If everything's fake i wanna be fake
It's so lonely being the only
One who thinks they're real

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Now it's my greatest joy
Making something David Rock 'n' Roll
He's definitely not some random singer
Or a slave of Mr duck
Rosier than Antonius Block
Realizing, "God, what a waste"

Why does everything seem fake?
Why does it all seem so unreal?
Dissociative Disorder has got me
Driving my baby's guitar insane

If everything's fake i wanna be fake
It's so lonely being the only
One who thinks they're real

One, two, three, four

Why does everything seem fake?
Why does it all seem so unreal?
Dissociative Disorder has got me
Driving my baby's guitar insane

Why does everyone seem fake?
Why does it all seem so unreal?
Dissociative Disorder has got me
Driving my baby's guitar insane

If everything's fake i wanna be fake
It's so lonely being the only
One who's sort of real

One, two, three, four