Don Quixote (feat. Hilltop Hoods)

I'm a little bit mad!

I'm a little crazy!

I'll kill you!

They call me "Mister De-De-De-Delusional"

Institutional type, beautiful

Unconstitutional juvenile

Can't be pinned down like voodoo dolls

I'm all romance, I won't slow dance with puppets

Dusting off knuckle-dusters for justice

What the fuck is this world we livin' in?

Seven billion idiots stuck in Darwinian

Acting like cavemen, we don't play!

Chased them back in the cave yelling, "Don Quixote

Don Quixote, Don Quixote"

'Cause I'm kind of sick of the real world the most days

Hey, no, it's not okay, no way, José

This world broke me

Now, I'm crazy like a coked-out dope fiend

Wanna fight any type, lookin' like Joffrey

Yo, P Della, spot me ("What up, P?")

"Sup De-Rapht, yo, man, I thought we lost you"

How you lose a man on the dance floor

Dressed in a Ned Stark costume?

Don Quixote, yo

Don Quixote, way-oh

Don Quixote, way-oh-oh-oh

See, I've been tilting that windmill since I was born

The wind hits my sails and I'm gone

Don Quixote

I'm losing my sanity, girl

I've been creating an imaginary world

Like I was on peyote, living in a fantasy world

I'm a bandit that's abandoned the self

Not Bon Jovi, but I'm wanted dead or alive

In my head, I might not ever survive

As I run from coyotes, shouting

"Are you men or you mice?"

Wielding my pen like a knife

Now, now, now, now, hopefully

You don't see this as a sickness

I ain't lost the plot, I lost interest

In the everyday, and I mean every day

On safari, in my head, it's like a getaway

And it's never a dull moment

Living in my skull where anything can happen

From one moment to the next adventure

Till I'm bankrupt, hand-cuffed, or a wretch in dentures

Don Quixote, yo

Don Quixote, way-oh

Don Quixote, way-oh-oh-oh

See, I've been tilting that windmill since I was born

The wind hits my sails and I'm gone

Monday's a bitch at the factory, me and the drones

Someday, I'll switch the gravity, keeping me prone

And escape is a nice thought, but dangerous type talk

When your manager may be a cyborg (There he is)

I stay calm and acted alright (He touched my shoulder)

He may plant a tracking device (Oh, shit)

He now knows the card in which I'm playing

There he go again, downloading data from my brain

Suddenly, there's a blackout, time to act and leave

Through the back unseen, avoid the tractor beam

Don't wanna make trouble, so if I pace subtle

I can make an escape to my space shuttle

Through a dark alley where gases are gathering

Avoiding the assassins of the Labyrinth

They say under these grounds, there a grave in every paver

Sneak past the mounted surveillance with the lasers

To my time machine to a time already been

When my life was like a dream and I smiled at everything

Brushed a tracer off my back, accelerator flat

Man, I'm gone, no way I'm going back!

I'm the D-O-N, see?

I live life like you D-O-N-T

And that's why they're filling with E-N-V-Y

'Cause my life is the B-O-M-B

One more time, I'm the D-O-N, see?

I live life like you D-O-N-T

And that's why they're filling with E-N-V-Y

'Cause my life is the B-O-M-B (It's a Don)

Don Quixote, yo

Don Quixote, way-oh

Don Quixote, way-oh-oh-oh

See, I've been tilting that windmill since I was born

The wind hits my sails and I'm gone

Don Quixote, yo

Don Quixote, way-oh

Don Quixote, way-oh-oh-oh