I’m feeling something coming on. It might be a special feeling. I think I’ve got… I know I’ve got something to say!
I can take indelicate but not impolite
Dumpster diving etiquette precludes wearing white
Grecophiles know “nostalgia” means the pain of the night
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve
Little Mrs. Griddlecake is one of her names
Mama mixed the batter with Bartles & Jaymes
I believe in heaven, but why all the flames?
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve
This may sting a little but try not to move
Tips are common courtesy, but if you approve
Purring is just poetry with nothing to prove
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve
My hang-ups have hang-ups and
Those hang-ups have hang-ups
So you can bet
That’s what you’ll get
Speak your sordid secret for me
Your distorted sorry secret story
I won’t tell, I’ll be your No-Tell laureate
Baa baa black sheep mutton, have you any views?
Smack that genius button, it’s worth every bruise
Cursing is just poetry with nothing to lose
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve.
Copyright 2020 Zach London
The heart is bound
The heart is bound
To serve the mind and not the other way around
You’re just a pump
When brain says jump
You say, “How high?”
The heart is trained
The heart is trained
To keep the beat
The rhythm section for the brain
But on your own
You have no tone or tune
Doot duh doo, doot duh doo
Lie lie la la lie
Lie la la lie
La la la lie
La la la lie
La di dee dah
The heart is trained
The heart (the heart) is trained (is trained)
To keep the beat
The rhythm section for the brain
But on your own
You have no tone or tune
Doot duh doo, doot duh doo
Lie lie la la lie
Lie la la lie
La la la lie
La la la lie
La di dee dah
The heart is bound
The heart (the heart) is bound (is bound)
To serve the mind and not the other way around
You’re just a pump
When brain says jump
You say, “How high?”
The heart is trained
The heart (the heart) is trained (is trained)
To keep the beat
The rhythm section for the brain
But on your own
You have no tone or tune
Doot duh doo, doot duh doo
Lauren London - additional vocals
Malcolm London - additional vocals
Copyright 2019 Zach London
You have rescued me from fatal crap
Since the days that I had cray-cray cradle cap
Got your back like a spinal tap
From the pistol to the f-f-final lap
Ooh, I believe, I believe in days of love
I believe in days of love, I
I believe in days of love, I
Ooh, I believe, I believe in days of love
I believe in days of love, I
I believe in days of love, I believe
We’ll wear hair like toupees in a pod
We’ll share prayer like Tuesdays in a synagogue
To free the realm, forthwith we’ll quest
I will be your helm, you’ll be my mithril vest
Ooh, I believe, I believe in days of love
I believe in days of love, I
I believe in days of love, I
Ooh, I believe, I believe in days of love
I believe in days of love, I
I believe in days of love, I believe
Lauren London - vocals
Copyright 2019 Zach London
There’s a frantic god
With a frantic thumb
On a frantic earth
Wish I knew, I never would have signed on
A corrupting force
Is erupting now
Interrupting cow (Moo!)
It’s a long-ass drop from the
Top of that high horse you grind on
Run randomonium
Pour a flask of natural gas
In a microbrew bottle
For a farm-to-table Molotov
Randomonium
Deal with this
Functional diss
Functional diss
Miss, pardon this relentless noise
It’s a wise uprise
It’s a blessed unrest
It’s a true-blue coup
And the riot in the capital’s joyous
I’ll bring the funk and you
Bring the junkanoo
With your punk-ass crew
Let us knock some back
Lest our lack of distractions destroy us
Run randomonium
Pour a flask of natural gas
In a microbrew bottle
For a farm-to-table Molotov
Randomonium
Deal with this
Functional diss
Functional diss
Miss, pardon this relentless noise
Randomonium
Pour a flask of natural gas
In a microbrew bottle
For a farm-to-table Molotov
Randomonium
Deal with dysfunctional
Dysfunctional
Dismiss part of this relentless noise
Lauren London - additional vocals
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Copyright 2019 Zach London
