Après Thee Dèclassè ​of Montreal

[Intro]
I was a pussy in case he's a cunt
Mood is a friend
And I hope that it brings you down
I hope it brings you down
I was offensive or he was a twat
A face in the ground
And I hope it brings you down
I hope it brings you down
Nobody asked you pretend like you care
There's a splinter in your gown
And I hope that it brings you down
(yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I hope it brings you down

[Verse 1]
I'm glad that it's gruesome bloody remnants of Alice Ann Bailey
Unsweetened for your displeasure
Wheezing competitors, I have a hunch that knowledge is arrived at through abstraction
Music languishes in restive air
Earth angel, abuse my substance
Sex gelatin miasma (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

[Verse 2]
Blavatskian Millenarian movement of theosophist scorned
Through mediumistic contact every tree
Dreams of blotting out the sky
She's in his thorn of crowns
And I hope that it brings you down
(hopes that it brings you down, brings you down)
Is it important to say black chrome rodents?
I really hope it brings you down
Even love has cold hands
When logic is the enemy