​of Montreal - This Is ExpOsed lyrics

I’m macho, I’m femme
Call me they call me them

Bikini boys in the summer scum want
Nothing and you and… scene
Thought rats scurry over hypnosis or what’s
Left of the friend chat
The scented of killers, the Eyes Of Mars
The seven blood gangs of the parietal

I’m liminal I’m free call me he, call me she
I said, I’m macho I’m femme
Call me they call me them
In this place one way or
Another you’re gonna get radicalized
Ohm but my lives, they’re unreal
Those things are only a spectacle
Thorns are cool, thorns save lives
Thorns get me into trouble
But I always survive in a circle of one
Sounding a drum
To a body song, what can I say?
It’s gonna happen either way
Like a Burroughs to Capote curse
Written in a rabid free verse
If you fillet the crown’s prick
You run afoul of the Syndicate
Oh, smart kids say no disabusing crow drones
What could they possibly glean out
Of a liar’s mind?
Thorns are cool, thorns save lives
Thorns get me into trouble
But I always survive
Still it’s not a lot of fun dealing
With truscum in a circle of one
And a body song, what can I say
It’s gonna happen either way

Now you got no brain how do
You get fucked up? What?
Now you got no brain how
Do you get fucked up?
Now you got no brain how do
You get fucked up? What?
Now you got no brain how
Do you get fucked up?