Attaboy Say Anything

[Verse 1: Max Bemis]
Attaboy, attaboy
Sometimes I have problems relating to Batman
A billionaire in a bondage suit stomping the destitute with Freudian jackboots
Then I realize he’s an anarchist radical in disguise
He probably listens to In My Eyes
Of course it feels better when you realize a punk can fly
He can fly

[Chorus: Max Bemis]
Friends wanted you to... just what they told you?
Have them both at, have them both at once, have them both at once
Why don’t you feel bad? Why don’t you feel had?
You split the baby just to please the crutch of desperate mothers out for blood
Oh, attaboy, attaboy

[Verse 2: Max Bemis]
Sometimes I gut and skin those who cannot reconcile my stance:
Muddled spiritual phrase; pseudo-political rage; beer gut on a sober man
Then I press my calloused flesh to someone who’s out of my league
And knowingly laugh knowing life is transcending heat-death and its aftermath
Attaboy, attaboy

[Chorus: Max Bemis]
Friends wanted you to... just what they told you?
Have them both at, have them both at once, have them both at once
Why don’t you feel bad? Why don’t you feel had?
You split the baby just to please the crutch of desperate mothers out for blood
Attaboy, attaboy