Hey Archetype

Hey, he's a lover, he's a brooder

He didn't get his mommy's milk

He became a slicing margin dealer

For feeding on forbidden fruit

So's to hurt in hidden ways

Those whose light shines brighter than the rest

There's a corresponding struggle as the masses quietly huddle

Waiting for a glimpse, another burst

Hey, is there nothing in this world that makes you cry?

Hey, is there nothing left that's sacred?

Nothing left that makes ya

That makes you want to try?

She's a catfish clawing mangler

She didn't get her daddy's hugs

She became a high finangler

Looking down with contempt from above

Looking down on the servant classes, ha!

That they're always wanting more

Now the writers have abandoned ship

Their happy endings washed up on the shore

Hey, is there nothing in this world that makes you smile?

Hey, is there nothing left that's sacred?

Nothing left that makes you wanna share?

Makes you want to cry?

Hey, is there nothing in this world that makes you cry?

Hey, is there nothing left that's sacred?

Nothing left that makes you want to, wanna be a man?

Hey, is there nothing in this world that makes you smile?

Hey, is there nothing else that's special

Nothing else that's sacred, that really makes you cry?