Wicked Wanda Lyrics

Wicked, wicked Wanda

What was it that spawned ya?

Who’s responsible for your trash?

A pretty little spider

With Hollywood inside her

And no time to accommodate

Chicken scratch

A bare ass back

Never

Voice your scream

Hair loves cream

Forever

Wicked, wicked Wanda

I’d rather date Rwanda

Than be involved in

Your moral trash

Pretty little spider

With Hollywood inside her

And no time to accommodate

Venom kicks

We’re not Jick

Offender

(I can see the moon the sun

the stars they shine on everyone

together)

Basement screams

Apparent to me

Forever

To be free of doubt and longing

Simple clarity

Belonging

In a role untouched by history

To be part of something vaster

Than yourself the frozen plaster

Break out of your core categories

Strike me square

Into the arms of the air

Strike me square

Into the arms of the air

Stories not reality

I feel like a junk contraption

Truth is I can’t shake this vile fear

When I space out I’m direct

I got the beaker to reflect with

Free to be a temperamental tear

Strike me square

Into the arms of the air

Strike me square

Into the arms of the air