"Death By Throat" lyrics
You watch old men debate: The one accused of rape
As the other dies of exhaustion before your eyes
At least I can relate
As my lover snips your bangs
And you treat her like some marginalized gay man
And gossip in poetic, demented circles we already understand
About Dad's drinking rules and the last two times you spoke to Joel
And so much about Israel
While I just think about face-fucking Donald Trump to death
"I would drown you in piss
Even if it meant you throating this big, queer dick."
"I would drown you in piss
Even if it meant you throating this big, jew dick."
It would feel so damn sublime
Just to feel your chapped, red lips on mine
Donny. Donald. Donny-Boy
And I say:
Why can't we just say what we're thinking?
If we did, we could hug and mean it
Before you're gone
I would say
You did your job! You did it
While trying to do some other one
I.e. failing to be the fantastic writer you could have been without him
You crafted Han from a potential Anakin
And freed your kin. You freed your former padawan
I will always remember the one time you cried
Over the most beautiful friendsship I ever knew
And the way it fucking died
You said:
"I hope they make it! I really do...she's so pretty!"
As if the chances were slim
The only slim thing in this room knows
You lied, you chose to lie again, mom
You chose to never see my kids again, mom
She nods and smiles at our Jewish banter
Fuck... look at those stems!
Stay gold, sexy girl, we got this
Stay gold, princess
In you The Force shall rise again
Stay gold, princess
Stay gold, princess
In you The Force shall rise again
Stay gold, princess
Stay gold, princess
Like some Faggot Reich, we shall
The Force shall rise again
Stay gold, princess
Stay gold, baby
Just call us The Faggot Reich, we shall
We shall rise again. We shall!
Yes, fuckers
We will rise again and if they ask me "Do you have a gun?"
I say "Have you met Andy? Have you met Andy? I literally named my gun, Andrew, 'Andy'. Andrew."
Yoda put his chips on the right horse
The Devil's on your bezel. He put his chips on the right horse
I'm only half Jewish; Wield the hammer like my name's Norse
Stay gold! Leia owns the force
As the other dies of exhaustion before your eyes
At least I can relate
As my lover snips your bangs
And you treat her like some marginalized gay man
And gossip in poetic, demented circles we already understand
About Dad's drinking rules and the last two times you spoke to Joel
And so much about Israel
While I just think about face-fucking Donald Trump to death
"I would drown you in piss
Even if it meant you throating this big, queer dick."
"I would drown you in piss
Even if it meant you throating this big, jew dick."
It would feel so damn sublime
Just to feel your chapped, red lips on mine
Donny. Donald. Donny-Boy
And I say:
Why can't we just say what we're thinking?
If we did, we could hug and mean it
Before you're gone
I would say
You did your job! You did it
While trying to do some other one
I.e. failing to be the fantastic writer you could have been without him
You crafted Han from a potential Anakin
And freed your kin. You freed your former padawan
I will always remember the one time you cried
Over the most beautiful friendsship I ever knew
And the way it fucking died
You said:
"I hope they make it! I really do...she's so pretty!"
As if the chances were slim
The only slim thing in this room knows
You lied, you chose to lie again, mom
You chose to never see my kids again, mom
She nods and smiles at our Jewish banter
Fuck... look at those stems!
Stay gold, sexy girl, we got this
Stay gold, princess
In you The Force shall rise again
Stay gold, princess
Stay gold, princess
In you The Force shall rise again
Stay gold, princess
Stay gold, princess
Like some Faggot Reich, we shall
The Force shall rise again
Stay gold, princess
Stay gold, baby
Just call us The Faggot Reich, we shall
We shall rise again. We shall!
Yes, fuckers
We will rise again and if they ask me "Do you have a gun?"
I say "Have you met Andy? Have you met Andy? I literally named my gun, Andrew, 'Andy'. Andrew."
Yoda put his chips on the right horse
The Devil's on your bezel. He put his chips on the right horse
I'm only half Jewish; Wield the hammer like my name's Norse
Stay gold! Leia owns the force
