Razzmatazz

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.