SUGARBEAR

The King is ruined again
Allegations bubbling over every edge of an entire empire's frying pans
Well we'll hang the newsman from his reel to reel
Before we're too full for another meal
There's more to taste, there's more to feel

And tell me why shouldn't I get me mine when you can smell it in the air

Look I've got friends
They like to debate they like to stay up nice and late extolling parties fucking men
Nitpicking interest rates
Boring into one another's Minotauran mazes
Upgrading their metal plates
As first my left eye then my right eye glazes

Just tell me why shouldn't I get me mine when it's everywhere

Feast or starve don't give a fuck or care
Work the moves that earn you enough air
We're getting things cooking in the baleen of a whale
No one's suffocating; you're just out of scale

You're just getting your epiphenomenon on

Come on and feast or starve be laissez-faire
Work your way inside to where the air's not so stale
And fear not fellow Gepettos our boy toys can not fail
So while we're waiting in the dark oh yeah we'll be setting sail

We'll be getting our epiphenomenon on

So whatchu got cooking in your kitchen now playa yeah
So whatchu got cooking in your kitchen now sugarbear

(She knows how to hold me
She calls me the right words
But which pinch is she taking me with?)