N-Sub Ulysses

To you, the bold and foolish lambs To you who are intoxicated with riddles, let's go Who take pleasure in twilight Whose souls are lured by noise to every treacherous abyss For you do not feel for a rope like cowards And where you can guess you hate to calculate And where others would poison, you dismember I'm not talking about a Beatles song Written a hundred years before I was born They're all talking 'bout the round and round But who's got the real anti-parent culture sound? I know nothing's gonna feel right again I got a feeling I got a feeling I got a feeling Yeah yeah yeah I got a feeling I got a feeling I got a feeling I get so lonely 100 flowers bloom, 100 schools of thought contend Come on baby, let's hang around They're all talking 'bout the round and round But who's got the real anti-parent culture sound? I got a feeling I got a feeling I got a feeling Yeah yeah yeah I got a feeling I got a feeling I got a feeling I get so lonely I'm not talking about a Beatles song Written a hundred years before I was born They're all talking 'bout the round and round But who's got the real anti-parent culture sound? I got a feeling I got a feeling I got a feeling Yeah yeah yeah I got a feeling I got a feeling I got a feeling I get so lonely