The Fall of Mr. Fifths

Just another Sunday paddle boat ride On a man made lake with another lady stranger If I remain lost and die on a cross At least I wasn't born in a manger I can sense somewhere right now I'm being prayed for Seems like I always arrive on the same shore From where my sails set maybe with one less lady than my vessel left with Is that a threat? Oh I've stayed scarce this last year yes, but be assured and unrest I'm unavoidable like death this Christmas is this twisted? Why be upset I never said I didn't have syphilis, miss listless Hard like the bricks I pound my fists with I mean she's hard like the bricks that I pound with my fist This is the fall of Mr. Fifths Forged for the hordes and the ladies and lords Set with fat chords in modern English I know I know There's nothing more appealing Than the sound of high heels Down the marble tiled hallways of your district's one allotted city-funded Steiner school bilingual or montessori Followed by a single high pitch scream followed by breaking glass But could your anger be mapped into an interpretive dance To a trip-hop track? Could it be bowed out on strings? Or strung into a pattern for a god's eye to bring To your alma mater's holiday fundraiser boutique thing? My god Oh [Laughter] God I'm sorry, I'm just being crazy I'm sorry, I'm just being crazy, I know Don't pay attention to me okay? Look at the fire Everything's totally fine I feel a lot better now!