N1G37 - Nigel

Hook x 2

Look at that boy with that pointy hat in the corner

Is he a dunce, perhaps a witch, or just a foreigner

Or just a hoarder for more of your poor attention

Call me Nigel he said, then everybody went deaf

1st Verse

Snipping wings off frenulums in my sleep

Nicholas sire vie little Ophelia twin peak (reap)

What you sow and also bestow in these meadows of muck

Hotels in space if you have them euro-bucks (for crooks)

This needle here took over by Amazonian frauds

And pushed us all to outer limit pods

Pretty sure I told you long ago in curated cocoons

For those of you without a silver spoon (spoon)

Perhaps it went over your head like that halo we’ve never had

Bad means good and good means rad if you had (true)

A nostalgic upbringing of biking, boarding, courting

Each dame you had a crush on find thus (mortifying)

You relying on all the wrong things with a passion

As if sorrow is your happiness and drowsy is your fashion

(get it good)

Out lashing often at the orphans as they find home (home)

Caption your epitaph ass

Lonely, but all alone