Raising the Skate

Heaven have mercy on the hypnic jerk

You blamed for your speech

Walk around the block again

Wait till I feel cool and straight

With a diaristic bent on undertaking

Careful, steady

Are we steady?

Cruel and ready

I'm not bossy, I'm the boss

Shooter, not the shot

On the tip and fit to execute

I'm chief, not the overthrown

Captain, not a crony

So if you wanna row, you better have an awfully big boat

Boat

Boat

Boat

Holding a package from a total stranger

Who claims to know me

No, you never knew me, man

Not even a fraction

You just glimpsed your own reflection in a gold sheen

I'm not bossy, I'm the boss

Shooter, not the shot

Well-composed with keys to raise the skate

I'm chief, not the overthrown

Captain, not a crony

So if you wanna throw, you better have an awfully big stone

Stone

Stone

Stone

Stone

Stone

Stone

Hang out for the summer

While you wait for your girl

Dip a toe until it's soaked and freezing

But just because I let you kill time

Dangling me from the quarry

Doesn't mean that I won't land on my feet

That's 'cause I'm the boss

Caller of the shots

Sutanejo, never spit to me

Chief, play my own right hand

Not haggish, but the hag

How naive to trample she who's running the stampede

I'm raising the skate

Look, I'm raising the skate

I'm raising the skate

I'm raising the skate

Look, I'm raising the skate

I'm raising the skate

Ah, ooh

Ah, ooh

Ah, ooh