Razzmatazz. A long lost song
From a long lost band, Pulp
Freed from your Orange Juice,
Hailing from Scotland, who’s final king
Was Forest Whittaker, trophy winner
The only one Cleveland’s ever seen (but apparently, it rocks)
With its gray skied eyes and Factory blacked lungs,
A cancer felt but not seen-everything gives you Cancer.
Joe Jackson has a good point, and a good beat
Down this song is on your ears, like a Bullet to the Head
Courtesy of four angry boys raging against the machine
Yes you god damn library printer, lying through your teeth
To frustrated, harried people lying
In the hands of god.
John Lennon didn’t believe in you, why should I?
Why should I care, I’m out of my brain on the Train,
That two hit wonder coming to Cleveland July 9th,
Five days after the fireworks are lit
Indoors by Elvis Costello, with the cigarette
Of Ben Folds, over smoky, deep purple waters
Much prettier than Erie, that eats away the bones--
Well put Thom Yorke, unrelated to the Duke
Who built a city, then built it anew on Amsterdam
Not the kind Chris Martin locked away
With keys of Ebony and Ivory.