Leisure - Scallops Hotel

We in Steel Tipped Dove’s dojo, the mi-, the mic is hot

Scallops Hotel is the building

Four walls and a ceiling

No matter the— uh

No matter the— uh

No matter the— uh

Opened a roller derby in Scholomance

Since we living in hell might as well do the Shmoney Dance

Hold my train, I can’t simply be the Running Man

I mean, I’m in the running, man

Foil decoy, Leonard Nimoy in scorching sands

Billy Shatners, silly bastards usurped upon their own shores

I prefer leisure to my house chores

But I like to drink from clean cups, life is mean, it sucks

I mush my face in the tension like a newly-cleaned rug

Do you think a bazooka is a gun?

Or a tablet writ poem?

The modem is totem pole, wrote this rap post-coitus, cuddle-roll

Muggle befuddle what he doesn’t know

And can you blame him?

And can you blame him?

Muggle befuddle what he doesn’t know

And can you blame him?

Can you blame him?

I’ll leave him in the dark regardless

Muggle befuddle what he doesn’t know

Rely on that, rely on that

Scallops Hotel is the— Yeah