Wicked Wanda - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

Wicked, wicked Wanda

What was it that spawned ya

Who’s responsible for your trash?

Oh pretty little spider

With Hollywood inside her insider

And no time to accommodate

The chicken scratch the bare-ass back forever

Avoid your scream, paralyze dream forever

Wicked, wicked Wanda

I’d rather date rawanda

Than be involved in your moral trap

Oh pretty little spider

With Hollywood inside her

And no time to accommodate

Venom kicks, one-eyed jick, a feather

The basement screams, apparently forever

Do be free of doubt and longing

Simple clarity belonging

In a role untouched by history

To be part of something vaster than yourself

The frozen plaster

Break out of your core categories

Strike me square into the arms of the air

Strike me square into the arms of the air

Stories not reality, I feel like a junk contraption

Truth is I can’t shake this vile fear

When I spaceout I’m direct

I got no ego to reflect with

Free to be a temperamental tear

Strike me square into the arms of the air

Strike me square into the arms of the air