Flub City

Psychic Sperm

i’m living in flub city
my baby she’s got no pity
cuz basically no one will hear me

an empty grave is what i’m talking about
did i leave a mark? would it give me a spark like frankenstein’s monster?

i’m living in flub city
my baby she’s got no pity
cuz basically no one will hear me

skip that beat and sail to us
skip that beat and fail to trust

as i look back all those nerves seem insane
nobody cares for your fail or your fame
you will end up the same after dropping your cane

i reside inside of flub city
it’s basically got no committee
i’ve constructed the walls and i’m silly

someone’ll send me a seminole, someone’ll send me a simile
someone’ll send me a jelly roll, someone’ll send me a jewelry

if your voice cracks you’ll be treated the same
if your voice strains they won’t stand up and claim that you ought to be maimed

i’m living it up in flub city
my baby’s still got not pity
if i was on a dollar i might be something
the portrait of a dead guy is never fronting