Burnt Pride

Burnt Pride is a crazy thing But now, what does it take to make you feel me concrete? I ain't your maitre'd, I ain't on pain relief This ain't make believe, I ain't on no ankle leash I tried speaking in a rational manner Tried to get my point across using regular me(ans) I even patterned my delivery Similarly after something you had said So that you would not interpret me differently, but My head's on a tree swing Your debt's still lingering While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows I ask, "Why's it always closed?" I'm told it's my approach Well let's suppose Just for the sole sake of argument that Despite the spite and all the ill will you're harboring That me, Lyrics Born, all this power that I'm harnessing That I didn't come in here to no conquering That I came in here to do a little bargaining Grease key people do some apple polishing Maybe hail a cab for my local congressman So he can hook me with the landlord in parliament Then I'll set up a booth, hand-pick my operatives Train 'em up, send my squad of garbagemen To spread the good will, all in the environment And all the false doctrine and all the carcinogens, but now I gotta be wise 'bout who I'm targeting The key is make the young folks offerings So that they don't become adults that are demonstrative Or else my chances of retirement go spiraling So then I work my way into their subconsciousness I tell them always use caution, now, cautiousness, because Are you absolutely positive that you can make it without us and be prosperous? You need to look at me and my accomplishments Hey, I got an idea, let's start a partnership! It'll be just like livin' in a Harlequin And we'll feed our pond fishies ostriches We'll feed the starved kiddies self-doubt lozenges Just peeling layer after layer off their confidence Until it's one planet us homogenous Versus one gumball you optimists!! Burn pride!! Burn pride!! Burn pride!! Burn Pride!! Burnt Pride is a crazy thing What does it take to make you feel me concrete? I ain't your maitre'd, I ain't on pain relief This ain't make believe, I ain't on no ankle leash I tried speaking in a rational manner Tried to get my point across using conventional means I even patterned my delivery similarly after something you had said So that you would not interpret me differently, but- My head's on a tree swing Your debt's still lingering While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows I ask, "Why's it always closed?" I'm told it's my approach Okay, what's appropriate your royal holiness? Shall I fan you with foliage in front of an audience? Hi-five Napoleon? Lo-five a Scorpion? Then and only then would there ever be an opening Well, that's just your big, wet blanket of power You weight us down with double-talk until we think we're insane But if you're trying to save your pride You're trying to save your pride As far as I'm concerned that shit is going down in flames With your piddly-ass riddles You think I ain't mentally apt I see you slither 'round my ankle like I ain't gonna react No more me nibblin' on a bridle while you're kickin' my abs No more "everything's Ore-Ida" when I can't even stand No more fiddling with the maps No more belittling the past No more nonsense when my questions is asked No more concessions for an ego so fragile Any self-expression chips away at your castle Your pride's your damsel, you built your barricade I was so careful I danced around your insecurities On your schedule Ignored all your absurdities But all the people You parody with that dogshit your nurturing Then you have the nerve to take certain shit personally I didn't even speak a handful and I encroached on your territory You need therapy there mister Pharisee Seriously, cause apparently your circuitry's terribly damaged How 'bout a nice hot kerosene bath I'll come back I'll serenade you with flaming arrows oh serpentine Your pride needs refurbishing I'll extend you that courtesy like- "Hi, this is Lyrics Born servicing!" Burnt Pride!! Burnt Pride!!