Mc Lars Hey There Ophelia
The name's Hamlet and I've got a tale
about madness, lust and a female.
Dad's a ghost and he roams the floors,
lurks at night in Elsinore.
Got a pale face just like Kiss paint,
normal you know this ain't.
Something is rotten up in Denmark, a sick mistake.
My uncle Claudius, his alibi is fishy,
suspicions of murder because he's acting hella shifty
Frailty - Thy name is woman, because my mom's on his D
A-N-I-S-H throne, my dad's ghost tells me:
"Swear (swear, swear), to revenge my regicide,
Claudius iced me one night, under my crown he tries to
hide.
So Hamlet here's your mission:
Use your antic disposition
make them think you're crazy,
bring justice, fuse the fission."
Meanwhile my girl Ophelia is goth as hell
keeps a razor by her wrist, rocks out to Soft Cell.
This girl's got more issues than Amy Winehouse,
I'm like 'Get thee to a nunnery, I'm not trying to find
a spouse...'
and she says:
"Screw that, forget about that,
I don't want to think about anything like that.
Screw that, forget about that,
I don't want to know about anything like that!"
[Chorus]
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed
up on you
(Forget it though)
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed
up on you
(Just let it go)
I'm an emo prince, non-committal as could be,
you'd be non-committal too if you were flawed like me.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are on my back and I've
had it,
I've got these players down from Norway let them
practice in the attic.
I'll have them reenact the murder, watch my uncle's
expression,
the play's the thing to catch the king and teach him a
lesson.
My uncle freaks out at the play
I know he did it just like OJ.
Can't 187 while he prays because Hamlet won't play that
way (nope).
Confront my mom throw her down on the bed,
because this Oedipus complex has got me stressed in the
head.
Then I killed my girlfriend's Dad, he was spying now
he's dead,
I screamed at my Mom while the blood made the carpet
turn red.
See kings lose crowns but princes stay intelligent,
R. Kelly has girl problems? This is drama, that's
irrelevant.
Ophelia bursts in throwing columbines and daisies.
Singing songs about virginity gone, - she's honest but
she's crazy.
And she says:
"Screw that, forget about that,
I don't want to think about anything like that.
Screw that, forget about that,
I don't want to know about anything like that!"
[Chorus]
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed
up on you
(You've got to see)
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed
up on you
(Not you it's me)
We've got clowns in the graveyard and I'm talking to
skulls,
we've got murder and incest, who said Shakespeare was
dull!?
My girlfriend took her life, and I'm like, "goodness
gracious!"
Her brother wants to duel - Laertes is too pugnacious.
My uncle dipped the tip of the saber in poison (duel
time)
then he poisoned the cup that mom started enjoyin'
(tool time).
I got stabbed with the poison sword, then I stabbed my
girlfriend's brother,
and then I stabbed my uncle and we've all killed each
other.
To be or not to be? Well I guess that solves that one.
And I would have stayed in Whittgenberg if I'd known
that this would happen.
If you're ever up in Denmark on a moonlit night,
you'll hear Ophelia's sad song when the full moon's
bright.
Baby I'm sorry I messed up, goodnight my sweet
princess,
may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest...
and they sing:
[Chorus]
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed
up on you
(Forget it though)
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed
up on you
(Just let it go)
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed
up on you
(You've got to see)
I've got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed
up on you
(Not you it's me)
