Comikbuchland - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Let me wipe the dirt off of your pearls

And sing you this song while you kink up your curls

And you can lecture me about the rain in Leimert Park last Tuesday

In Comikbuchland

I could hold your flag while you find your keys

And whisper your list of insecurities

And I can lie and say I understand your complex situation

In Comikbuchland

Tap these hollow books, the titles wave

To me with my nose pressed up to the windows of culture cave

At the bottom of Berlin I learned to screen my sins

By listening to Paul Hindemith

In Comikbuchland

Let me wipe the dirt off of your pearls

And sing you this song while you kink up your curls

And you can lecture me about the rain in Leimert Park last Tuesday

In Comikbuchland

Help me set the scene in your frozen lair

And tell me again what constitutes good hair

And tell me how the guns and bums unbraided your deep dread of reason

In Comikbuchland

All those tears behind your tidal wave

Do you ever tire of the tightrope while you dance over Melrose Place?

At the bottom of Berlin I learned to screen my sins

By listening to Paul Hindemith

In Comikbuchland

Decorate the cage in which your dance

The trinkets and art grant mystics in fake trance

Sleeping on the couch that seats a thousand reasons why you won't leave

Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah