You Can Call Me Allocator

In a half century, I'm in the obituaries Crumpled up, saved by hoarders Memories are for the mourners Modern prosperity, let go of clarity Let in barbarity, death in solidarity Swell conditions, cancel my subscription Cancel my service, it serves no purpose Elvis is king because he's evil, he's miserable A cruciform structure of a man that we love. That we love. That we love. It's a kind of commotion hanging onto every notion A part of distraction where no one can take any action But am I the perversions in your mind There's a running joke and I'm at the end of it. Cut the text, brush off ambition Hip association, aureate emission You can call me Al, allocator, agitator, Instigator or something like that You see no colour but you exploit a culture A conniving vulture, inflicting torture Elvis is king because he's evil, he's miserable A cruciform structure of a man that we love. That we love. That we love. T-R-O-U-B-L-E that spells it T-R-O-U-B-L-E here it comes now. It's a kind of commotion hanging onto every notion A part of distraction where no one can take any action But am I the perversions in your mind There's a running joke and I'm at the end of it.