Shael Riley Bit Pop
At the Time-piece mall there was a stone man, standing
at the juice bar, washing his hands. With the power-
lunch, timeshares to shoot, he was an Incan god in a
power suit.
He can't stop with the world eating out of his hand. He
can't sleep with the memories of the grunge band. And
he starts to recites his mantra "If there's one thing I
know, son, it's how to play Contra"
Gimme bit pop. Gimme bit pop. Gimme bit pop. Gimme bit.
Gimme shimmy soft-synth rock. When you make a lyric I
hear it and make the whole thing drop.
Now gimme meta-lyrics, lyrics about the lyrics.
They don't bring me down.
Things around side of my head they don't bring me down.
Things around side of my head they never bring me down.
There was a girl named Cork who met a guildless Ork,
and they were gone 'til four in the morning.
Keep-- swinging your arms/ Keep-crossing your thighs/
keep rolling on the ground when passer-bys roll their
eyes. Keep setting those boxes up by your amp, then
soon you'll be the breakdancing champ. If you're
Caucasian, black or Asian, don't cost a dime just to
feel amazin'. Just steady yourself on a piece of wood
and stand by the radiator 'til it gets good.
Dance dance! Cause everybody love Japan./ I'm drinking
strawberry milk with my hands in my pants pants!/ I
play H-games all night./ In the morning I enslave
little monsters and I make 'em fight.
(Howcanyou) Get down without the night_gown/it seems
like a waste of time with big sound. Get nearer the
mirror you make a shouju frown/and never watch Sailor
Moon when your roommate's around. (let's) Get puka,
drinkin' sambuka... Break out your raisonette's hooka.
Stairin' at your homework pulling your hair,/there's an
old fatty dying in an office chair.
.
If I see your Livejournal, you know I'm bound to attack
it
My shit is so clever, I gots to put it in brackets.
Just like a Botox injection, I keep a stiff upper lip.
My mother's a spaniel, cause I'm a son of a bitch.
