crux - by simeon nu psimian

the full title of this song is: “the crux of the matter as a matter of fact is that the facts are fucked and the crux is cracked the flow got blocked when the clocks went back and the quarks are nothing but the quirks of quacks”

i heard my darling snarling
and our little stomachs churning
he said i should be earning
some kind of verbal warning
but i found out in the morning
as the cardboard moon was waning
i heard the pitter-patter
of the footprints in the butter

the earth is getting flatter
in the snap of a shutter
i don’t want to be bitter
but i’m covered up in batter
i couldn’t get a sitter
i didn’t mean to stutter
my blood is getting better
i didn’t mind the clutter

the crux of the matter
as a matter of fact
is that the facts are fucked
and the crux is cracked
the flow got blocked
when the clocks went back
and the quarks are nothing
but the quirks of quacks

the sharks all shirk
and the sleek get slack
the batch gets botched
and the cakes get cacked
the poles get taxed
and the czechs get chucked
and the pigs get slugged
when the ’lerts relax

i scratch my crotch
and i clutch my maps
the laws are lies
and they all relapse
i fly through the flaws
and i trip their traps
and i try to pretend
we can live on scraps

but the crux of the matter
as a matter as a matter of fact
is that the facts are fucked
and the crux is cracked
the flow got blocked
when the clocks went back
and the quarks are nothing
but the quirks of quacks.