The things you knew about music best to forget 'em now
So release the demons you harbor inside and let 'em out
And speed the weekend and come back to Monday only to remember that you spend your whole work week on the denim couch
Surrendering the Cheap Trick that comes with your Cracker Jacks
Calling 1989 to ask for all the rappers back
The regime of Assad committing the highest sin
While poli-sci students are sitting reading Leviathan
Bill Watterson carefully draws John and Thomas
While America falls in love with all of the little comics
Took a rope, refined it and made hemp from it
The rulebook of reality, he's exempt from it
Analyzing my lyrics with much fluidity
A parody, a cryptic tribute, or just stupidity
Could be any of the three, perhaps I oughta be
Deciding not to fit anywhere in the trichotomy
Chorus (Child Actor):
...to suffocate
You've got everything
Won't you laugh it in
You can run away (Valiant)
You won't get far (Valiant)
You can't get away (Valiant)
You won't get far (Valiant)
Let me in now
Let me in now
You could be royalty
Let me see the shining ring
Behind these palace walls you're climbing out
And we'll build our empire
And we'll build our empire
And we'll build our empire
Until the sun never sets up
Claiming to be valiant, systematically keeping them
Ignorant while CO2 reaches 400 PPM
It's strictly procedure, ma'am, don't make a fuss about it
Plenty of bipartisan support so you must allow it
They keep the buses crowded with commuters and consumers
Faces buried in their little glowing telephone computers
Wonder if they know how lit up their face looks
Wishing old acquaintances happy birthday on Facebook
Unnatural selection becoming the homo evolutis
And rapidly frowning no matter what the current mood is
Wondering if this is art like an elephant's painting
Very shocking and edgy and you can tell by the fainting
Devoting one couplet to try and balance rhymes
Like trying to find peace in Israel and Palestine
Lennon said he was the walrus, and then said it was Paul
And never clarified while Ringo was dead all along