Watergun Songtext

casual pleasantries

Grace the peasants with your presence
Once all are present give them presents
white rice crackers and a fire blanket
drape it over heads

and with the rice they won't complain
in the the fire they will sustain
fake smiles and
casual pleasantries

mix the good with the bad
criticism from Shakespeare's dad
temper tantrums and
red mediocrity

protective plastic covering wilts
tempers flare, spectrums tilt
and I still have to maintain this false layer of casual pleasantries

but do I have to explain
why it feels so good
to steal so bad

Supermarket sushi fills a void
usually something to avoid
but do I have to explain
why it feels so good
to be so bad