Part Of The Band (Live from Madison Square Garden, New York. 07.11.22)

[Verse 1]

She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band

I always used to bust into her hand

In my, my, my imagination

I was living my best life, living with my parents

Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants

And my, my, my cancellations, oh, yeah

[Verse 2]

And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame

I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine

In my, my, my imagination

So many cringes in heroin binges

I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes

Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]

Enough about me now

"You gotta talk about the people, baby"

[Chorus]

Now I'm home, somewhere I don't like

Eating stuff off of motorbikes

Cumming to hеr lookalikes

I can't get the languagе right

Just tell me what's unladylike

[Verse 3]

I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas

Sitting in east on their communista keisters

Writing about their ejaculations

"I like my men like I like my coffee

Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody"

While staining the pages of The Nation

[Pre-Chorus]

A Xanax and a Newport

"Well I take care of my kids", she said

[Chorus]

The worst inside of us begets

That feeling on the internet

It's like someone intended it

(Like advertising cigarettes)

A diamond in the rough begets

The diamond with a scruff you get, yeah

[Interlude]

[Outro]

Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?

Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke

Calling his ego imagination?

I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days

And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe

It's kind of my daily iteration