THE COUNT

Window’s in the kitchen counting all his money
The spider next door and I find it funny
As we contemplate our j.s.a fate outside its sunny
And the count goes on and on
I know why we’re not taught to fly and how there’s evil in the sky
So you best keep out an eye
I’m not a reader I’m a writer and I don’t like those tunes either
And the count goes on and on on and on

So we all sign on!
Cuz we’re fools and we’re farce and we’re scum!
So we all sign on!
We’re all hoods we’re all marks and we’re dumb!

Downstairs are snitching blue tooth wants his money
So the spider swan and I do one in a hurry
As we contemplate escaping our fate outside its sunny
And the count goes on and on
I know why we’re not taught to cry and how love’s in short supply
So we smoke, drink, fuck then die
The stars are on the nightshift the moon he keeps a tight ship
And the count goes on and on on and on

So we all sign on!
Cuz we’re fools and we’re farce and we’re scum!
So we all sign on!
We’re all hoods we’re all marks and we’re dumb!

Window’s in the kitchen counting all his money
The spider next door and I find it funny
As we contemplate our j.s.a fate outside its sunny
As we contemplate escaping our fate we found it funny
As we contemplate our j.s.a fate outside its sunny
And the count goes on and on on and on!

So we all sign on!
Cuz we’re fools and we’re farce and we’re scum!
So we all sign on!
We’re all hoods we’re all marks and we’re dumb!