Oh, the drama
Oh, the drama
We gotta find a way to monetize all this trauma
Oh the karma
I'm such a whore for karma
But I'm always attracting the wrong kind of attention
I'm a charmer
A black dahlia farmer
They call me the triggerman, the puppeteer, and the sniper
I'll be hiding in the treetops
I'll sell all your sons and daughters into sweatshops
And turn your happy home into a greenhouse for my hemlock
The apostle Paul
The apostle Paul
He is tuned into a frequency that resides in us all
I can't think of any reason not to trust a man with swagger
I will never be a beggar in my own backyard
I will never let my ego die quietly
