Haute Tropique

歌詞

Rarely does chi factor into The type of people he chooses to consume He likes 'em big and overgrown More meat to gristle, more muscle he can hone Two monks from a deli he's sriracha'd in jelly And made a corset out of him for his belly A Haitian from Florida's now a rug in his foyer A girl from Delaware is a high arched back chair The paper boy's a paper weight Alberta's a lampshade The fireman's an ashtray The DJ spins his fan blades When will it end? Oh these horrible things He asks himself nightly Voices in his head sing You're born what you're meant to be If you're bad then be bad the best If you're good stay away from me We're a bad influence we're the best If you wanna steal go and steal what you want If sniffing women's heels gets you off, I won't watch And if you gotta dress like a fox in distress In the woods well you can and you could and you should Oh here's a story of a lovely lady Who had three daughters who drove her fucking crazy She hacked em up with an old machete And threw a party with dead daughter confetti I comb my hair I brush my teeth I eat my peas like a good boy's supposed to I wear a tie Boa constricted I eat my pride like a lion's supposed to You're born what you're meant to be If you're bad, then be bad the best If you're good stay away from me I'm a bad influence, I'm the best You're born what you're meant to be If you're bad then be bad the best If you're good stay away from me We're a bad influence, we're the best