The Fall of Mr. Fifths

Just another sunday paddleboat ride

On a man made lake with another lady stranger

If I remain lost and die on a cross

At least I wasn't born in a manger

I can sense somewhere right now I'm being prayed for

Seems like I always arrive on the same shore

From where my sails set maybe with one less lady

Than my vessel left with, is that a threat

Oh I've stayed scarce this last year yes

But be assured in unrest

I'm unavoidable like death this christmas

Is this twisted why be upset

I never said I didn't have syphillis miss listless

Hard like the bricks I pound my fists with

I mean she's hard like the bricks that I pound with my fists

This is the fall of mr fifths

Forged for the hordes

And the ladies and lords

Set with fat chords in modern english

I know, I know

There's nothing more appealing

Than the sound of high heels

Down the marble tile hallways

Of your distict's one allotted

City funded steiner school bilingual

Or montessori followed by

A single high pitched scream

Followed by breaking glass

But could your anger be mapped

Into an interpretive dance

To a trip hop track

Could it be bowed out on strings

Or strung into a pattern

For a god's eye to bring to

Your alma mater's holiday fundraiser boutique thing

God I'm sorry, I'm just being crazy. I'm sorry. I'm just being crazy, I know. I'm gonna take you know, kay? You're fine. everything's totally fine. feel a lot better now.