Poor Pavel

[Hook - Onry Ozzborn]

Poor Pavel

Even though your mom’s a model

You walk these streets panhandling, for a gold bottle

Call your moms bro, your dad’s a deadbeat

So it’s up to you and us to be a man of the house

Can’t you see, see?

Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel

Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel

Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel

Poor Pavel, guess them turntables do wobble

[Verse 1 - Onry Ozzborn]

I’m Florian Schneider

A valеdictorian choreographing psyche mental bindеrs

The trapper with the velcro go with the flow like bouncing ball reminders

We out here, we giveth, we taketh away if you are cruel not kinder

Influencer insider, what a time this is

Where the business-minded hybrid lives

Where dreams may come and go

Where the wild things lurk and do they biz

In Hoff-like, environment

Goth spikes, retirement

Moth dust, colodipen

Shook ones, try again

My philosophy lingo

My wardrobe was forged by God herself

I’m a God myself though

Imma guide myself, don’t need no help

We encompass those trumpets you hear

In clouds and also bells outwardly

Forensic Files on the Vatican tiles or mob wives devour thee

A striking resemblance to Cersei, they bitch face, we bitch face

They witch mage, which witch page will you end up on?

‘Cause we on the front (page)

The small winded version of farewells and so longs

From us to those who tend to carry on in they merry song

[Hook - Onry Ozzborn]

Poor Pavel

Even though your mom’s a model

You walk these streets panhandling, for a gold bottle

Call your moms bro, your dad’s a deadbeat

So it’s up to you and us to be a man of the house

Can’t you see, see?

Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel

Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel

Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel

Poor Pavel, guess them turntables do wobble

[Verse 2 - Rob Sonic]

My pits smell like an Arthur Ave deli

My wits end in a larger cat’s belly

My starter cap's filthy and my angel’s got eyes

On the butterscotch cookies and the tabletop pies

Wave the loss bye, another week without weddings

My caterers are laborers or beaten down weapons

And acid-washed denims in their emblems don’t match

So we feed ‘em to the heathens that are several rows back

Get the Bozack Morris Day, nothing but time

To waste away the database and cut in lunch lines

Coming up blind in the bamboo garage

With some old 45s and a brand new Naväge

King commérage, keep the stardust glitters

My elbows turn to jello in my spark plug slippers

If Karma’s such a bitch I wish she settled this shit

With them Scooby Doo zealots and them meddling kids

[Hook - Onry Ozzborn]

Poor Pavel

Even though your mom’s a model

You walk these streets panhandling, for a gold bottle

Call your moms bro, your dad’s a deadbeat

So it’s up to you and us to be a man of the house

Can’t you see, see?

Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel

Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel

Some others are attached to what we saying here Pavel

Poor Pavel, guess them turntables do wobble

[Verse 3 - Aesop Rock]

(Aye) If I’m horizontal eight hours on a thousand nails

Waking up is more than putting piss into the howling gales

It’s howling back and how to zero in on whence the alpha hails

Smoke ‘em out, show ‘em what a little cat and mouse entails

Or we can fast forward to a feline full of mouse entrails

The tail hanging from his mouth, turn a bouncer pale

The bones floating in his vomit turn a bully green

You sweating bullets homie, pull up, I start pulling weeds

No-dozer, home with drones over

Old stoner, crows on both shoulders

Skeleton boat rowers scind the city on shorely

Breaking down doors, swinging oars at support beams

Throwing horns up, jumping on parked cars

Fork out, support team looking like tartare

Birds eye on the fires for the final shot

Dark star brightest, Dark Time Sunshine o’clock