The Commentator

I don't know what I'm scared of Or sacred of for that matter All my pep has gone to ground And my brain is full of chatter From that shameless monarchy Who fill my heart with rust and doubt The evil sugars of carnage The ones that make me twist and shout You've got to catch him before he rises Don't put it off until later But today I'm up before the sun To kill the Commentator I've done it before, I've risen From the ashes of a broken spirit I'm gonna pull out its slimy spine And smash it til I can't hear it Oh that jury of Jokers And critics in my head Banging on their gavels I'll beat them till they're good and dead You've got to catch him before he rises Don't put it off until later But today I'm up before the sun To kill the commentator Now, the first thing that you've got to do Is to wake up before the sun Take a ream out of an oak tree And write all the evidence down With blood, sweat, tears, or ink Or stab it with a fountain pen And that's when the spooks will perish Then and only then Then and only then You've got to catch him before he rises Don't put it off until later But today I'm up before the sun To kill the commentator Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh And if you don't show up The hanging just won't commence At the rusty guillotine Where nothing ever makes much sense And if you don't show up To that granite grinding stone You're gonna have to face your demons And host them all on your own And host them all on your own You've got to catch him before he rises Don't put it off until later But today I'm up before the sun To kill the Commentator Today I'm up before the sun To kill the Commentator To kill the Commentator Kill the Commentator