Hey There Ophelia

Lyrics by MC Lars (with help from K.Flay on verse 1) Music by MC Lars, Mike Kennedy & Therapy? The name’s Hamlet’s and I’ve got a tale About madness, lust and a female Dad’s a ghost and he roams the floors Lurks at night in Elsinore Got a pale face just like Kiss paint, normal you know this ain’t Something is rotten up in Denmark, a sick mistake My Uncle Claudius, his alibi is fishy Suspicions of murder because he’s acting hella shifty Frailty – thy name is woman because my mom’s on his D- A-N-I-S-H throne my Dad’s ghost tells me “Swear (swear, swear), to revenge my regicide Claudius iced me one night, under my crown he tries to hide So Hamlet here’s your mission: use your antic disposition Make them think you’re crazy, bring justice fuse the fission” Meanwhile my girl Ophelia is goth as hell Keeps a razor by her wrist, rocks out to Soft Cell This girl has got more issues than Amy Winehouse I’m like get thee to a nunnery, I’m not trying to find a spouse… and she says: “Screw that forget about that I don’t want to think about anything like that Screw that forget about that I don’t want to know about anything like that” Chorus: I’ve got nothing to do But hang around and get screwed up on you (forget it though) I’ve got nothing to do But hang around and get screwed up on you (just let it go) I’m an emo prince, non-committal as could be You’d be non-committal too if you were flawed like me Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are on my back and I’ve had it I’ve got these players down from Norway let them practice in the attic I’ll have them reenact the murder, watch my uncle’s expression The play’s the thing to catch the king and teach him a lesson My uncle freaks out at the play I know he did it just like OJ Can’t 187 while he prays because Hamlet won’t play that way (nope!) Confront my mom throw her down on the bed Because this Oedipus complex has got me stressed in the head Then I killed my girlfriend’s dad, he was spying now he’s dead I screamed at my mom while the blood made the carpet turn red See kings lose crowns but princes stay intelligent R. Kelly has girl problems? This is drama, that’s irrelevant Opehlia bursts in throwing columbines and daises Singing songs about lost virginity – she’s honest but she’s still crazy And she says “Screw that forget about that I don’t want to think about anything like that Screw that forget about that I don’t want to know about anything like that” Chorus: I’ve got nothing to do But hang around and get screwed up on you (you’ve got to see) I’ve got nothing to do But hang around and get screwed up on you (not you it’s me) We’ve got clowns in the graveyard and I’m talking to skulls We’ve got murder and incest, who said Shakespeare was dull? My girlfriend took her life, and I’m like “Goodness gracious” Her brother wants to duel – Laertes is too pugnacious My uncle dipped the tip of the saber in poison (duel time) Then he poisoned the cup that mom started enjoyin’ (tool time) I got stabbed with the poison sword, then I stabbed my girlfriend’s brother And then I stabbed my uncle and we’ve all killed each other To be or not to be? Well I guess that solves that one And I would have stayed in Wittgenberg if I’d know that this would happen If you’re ever up in Denmark on a moonlit night You’ll hear Ophelia’s sad song when the full moon’s bright Baby I’m sorry I messed up, good night my sweet princess May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest And they sing: Chorus: I’ve got nothing to do But hang around and get screwed up on you (forget it though) I’ve got nothing to do But hang around and get screwed up on you (just let it go) I’ve got nothing to do But hang around and get screwed up on you (you’ve got to see) I’ve got nothing to do But hang around and get screwed up on you (not you it’s me)