Excuse me while the wheels fall off
Dear persona non grata from the royal disgrace
Cheap mark type man, who do you think I am?
Move on up slowpoke, back to Alhambra
It’s not every day I win a headache
“We’ve beat this drum a hundred times”
Penelope chimes in from the back of the stage
She’s digging out your name from a shallow grave
Come on now slowpoke, you’d better keep pace
Just look at the locusts in her dagger eyes
I love my enemies and their mothers
He is a man, material man
There is this crypto feral doctor on the radio who won’t leave us alone
He’s dancing on our graves, like a holiday
Wouldn’t you know it, this palace is free
There’s always a keyhole in the Palisades
I love my enemies and their mothers
He is a man, material man
