All Hail The Hitmaker

Freaked Out For A Nominal Fee

All Hail The Hitmaker [2008]

lyrics by: James Finch

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“Impress me with your posture
Break my back against your bed
Hold me tightly in your arms
And whisper
Everything you’d say:
To a dragon
Guarding virgins
Bound in belts
That block out boys
Would you spend tonight with me?”
Oh darling,
Do I have a choice?

I’m leaving your apartment
For another Avaint-Gardsmen
Vandal Chandelier Party
Talk is cheap because supply exceeds demand
Do you understand?
Do you understand?

Leave me where we left off
Leave me where we left off

It’s a merrymaking weekend
And I’m weaker than I ought to be
Drowning in poetic drought
Entitled ‘still to young to drink’
It’s a merrymaking weekend
And I’m weaker than I ought to be
Drowning in poetic drought
Entitled ‘still to young to drink myself to death’

We’re prepping for the break up
Did I mention how we met?
Distracting patrons with
PoliGuilt.com
‘Pay-attention-to-me’ pamphlets
Hers read ‘Don’t Eat Animals’
Mine just said ‘Relax’
Can we talk this out at your place?
“Please”
“Do you even need to ask?”

Leave me where we left off
Leave me where we left off

It’s a merrymaking weekend
And I’m weaker than I ought to be
Drowning in poetic drought
Entitled: ‘still too young to drink’
It’s a merrymaking weekend
And I’m weaker than I ought to be
Drowning in poetic drought
Entitled: ‘still too young to drink’
How is it
You’re not picking up on the awkward silence
That’s hanging from the audience’s lips?
How is it
You’re not picking up on the awkward silence
That’s formed between the razor and your wit?

She said, she said to me:
“I’d like to freak you out for a nominal fee”
She said, she said to me:
“I’d like to freak you out for a nominal fee”
She said, she said to me:
“I’d like to freak you out for a nominal fee”
She said, she said to me:
“I’d like to freak you out for a nominal fee”

La la la la
La la lala la
La la la la
La la lala la

Instigate a compromise
Damn it, keep my hands away
From the places you protect
With a dress of red and gray
Your breath is like a blister
Boiling
Skin and reject cloth
Now where’ve my pants escaped to?
“Darling
You never took them off”

Leave me where we left off
Leave me where we left off

It’s a merrymaking weekend
And I’m weaker than I ought to be
Drowning in poetic drought
Entitled: ‘still to young to drink’
It’s a merrymaking weekend
And I’m weaker than I ought to be
Drowning in poetic drought
Entitled: 'Still too young to drink myself to death'