Act II The Tulip
If you quarreled and scraped until I lost track of which is love and which is hate. But I’m through being your punching bag and your referee and your battleground. I’m going to help myself

I– don’t I have enough on my conscience?

And she says, “[Jake Siffon] is alive and bullets won’t stop him.”

Ah
And everybody knows I hit a snag
What a drag it is to never really know what’s in the bag
I’ve been passin’ by, I’ve been a little distant with my friends
Only 'cause I feel as if I’m being distant with my head
I need to check my tone and put my functions to the side
I have no need to check my phone it’s mostly something ill advised
No need to check the TV, only kings could open doors
To be king we pack our seats and stomp our feet on open floors
Yeah

So one time for the punks
Who run amuck in this bitch
Get (bleep) like a chump, homie
And two times for the kings
Never gave a fuck about you
Or your pocket full of things
And third time is the charm
Put your arms up, cigar lit
Now go ahead and charge
And move low key to the bass
When this only bitch
[Exfoliates] in your face
Sing it
And everybody knows I hit a snag
Became a lost boy and I am really hoping I make it back
In time for sex and good clean fun for the whole household
Telling everybody shit about me is a mouthful
So tell it to your mom and pops
Hell is just a bottle rocket
Heaven is an awkward talk
Honest people model off it
[Culminates] and call me, cough it up
I want my ambiance, feet up on the table
I think I’ll save it with the bottle pop it

And everybody knows I hit a snag
They think it shows when I fuck up shows, rip myself a new one
I am way too subtle with the nuance
Fucked around with indie but now I am out for new blood, cool blood
[With left above] my two nuts
Are two sets of true loves
A new sense of Satan
Cruise ship with the crew cut
Time spent thinking I will never get it now
But as of now
I just want to see them jumpin’ in the crowd lights

So one time for the punks
Who run amuck in this bitch
Get (bleep) like a chump, homie
And two times for the kings
Never gave a fuck about you
Or your pocket full of things
And third time is the charm
Put your arms up, cigar lit
Now go ahead and charge
And move low key to the bass
When this only bitch
[Exfoliates] in your face
Sing it
Sing it, sing it
Fu-fuck, fu-fuck, fuck
Tulip, tulip
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Tulip, tulip
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Tu-tu-tu tulips
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
Fuck tulips

Oh! You’re a monster