A pair of ragged claws

Though I am a sucker for flattery

It just doesn’t mean enough to me

To put myself through constant misery

Though i’m a proponent of tragedy

It won’t pair too well with reality

Leave it to shakespeare theatricality

How about that wonderful industry

The electricity it has given me

And electro-hypersensitivity

If you know me you’d know that i’d rather be

Splayed across the floor of the silent sea

Waving, taking oranges with tea

I know, I know

I know, I know

It’s alright

Say it all together now