The DC3 Warning: lyrics

Poets are the world's unacknowledged legislators
Humorists, a lesser somehow greater
Ironists, riddle me this
What's hardest to do, easiest to dismiss

Warning (x3)
I may contain traces of nut

To capture the world in a couplet is a gift sublime
Try making it funny, at the same time
It's a higher art but the way to disguise it
Guarantees everyone will patronize it

Warning (x3)


Yeah any shithead can throw mud against the wall
All sound and fury, signifying fuckall
Sit back in feted insouciance
While the listener makes patterns in their pretty mess

I blame Bob Dylan, he wrote the book
Let a cavalcade of charlatans off the hook
Got something to say, they've got you worked out
Got nothing to say, your genius is never in doubt

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