Gaudy Anchor - Intellectual

Black ice on your wrist

Shopping for apparel is a perilous task

You’d imagine that as humans we have terrible gashes

And slashes on our backs that’ll have our fellow man aghast

If it’s flashed without a little bit of class

Baby stick ‘em up

We’re throwing fisticuff-links

At the simpletons

Who don’t consider image a must

And think that intellect’s above

Any visible or physical touch

That can cause our little gizmos to buzz

I see you ripping off coupons

I call it a ripoff

And not even the cute ones

With 50 percent off

It's the ones where they bargain a heart warming phrase

And the cost of leasing the real estate in your brain

But you’ll look nice

And you’ll feel better

They package in that narrative like it’s a Christmas sweater

Go make a reservation for a better ticket to hell

But if you’re throwing money at me I’ll be wishing you well

CHORUS

I hope you wear it proud like a gaudy anchor

That weighs down your brain so your thoughts are blanker

A bedazzled shackle strapped on your ankle

Is a fashion statement too hot to handle

When they draw a shape

Of that smiley face

On your ball and chain

Will you walk away?

Or just wait for the lock to break?

Such a colorful masquerade is a dark charade

Black ice on your wrist

Better watch or you’ll slip

Black ice on your wrist

Better watch or you’ll slip

From the ivory towers of the advisory lounge

It's the size of their gown

That they're all crying about

With their fingertips they criticize the system which

Has given them the innovation that they use to criticize the system with

That's not agony; it's irony

These echo chamber walls are made of Swiss

But these mice are just two blind to see

But if we learn from Bocelli, Keller, and Wonder

We would judge what they say, not the brand of their designer genes

Pop stars with the power and the pretty hair

Preaching what has never worked anywhere

Cheers from our peers wipe the tears of our misery

That’s not pure it’s a Pyrrhic Victory

Sure, My solutions might be stupid

But I have proof they’re not diluted with this highfalutin mind pollution

Raise a glass, pour it on the nearest hack

And remember, don’t rub, they taught you to dab

CHORUS

I hope you wear it proud like a gaudy anchor

That weighs down your brain so your thoughts are blanker

A bedazzled shackle strapped on your ankle

It’s a fashion statement too hot to handle

When they draw a shape

Of that smiley face

On your ball and chain

Will you walk away?

Or just wait for the lock to break?

Such a colorful masquerade is a dark charade

Calling all the fembots and all the fellas

The song’s not done, I got a bridge to sell ya!

Think I’ll Fool ya? Just sign your name on that sketchy line

‘cause the Penn’s the Teller

Let me hold on to both of your

Social profiles and social security numbers

Clap your heels while your eyes are covered

And think to yourself: there’s no one dumber!

While you're resting in bed asleep

There’s a place where the sinners meet

Called the Den of Inequity and

You’re headed there quickly

Where they manifest loyalty by exclusive inclusivity

And keep captivity by the principle of simplicity

This cesspool of a swamp

Gives them the anonymity

To go swimming in an anemone

And nibble on their enemies

There’s plenty of anchors that pave that sea floor

Follow the chain and maybe you’ll see yours

OUTRO

I hope you wear it proud like a gaudy anchor

That weighs down your brain so your thoughts are blanker

A bedazzled shackle strapped on your ankle

It’s a fashion statement too hot to handle

When they draw a shape

Of that smiley face

On your ball and chain

Will you walk away?

Or just wait for the lock to break?

Such a colorful masquerade is a dark charade