Lyrics

Barry Svrluga I'm terribly vexed
I bestowed my grace upon you
and you slugged me in the chest
under Boswell's endless prosaic rave
you know I take iniquities with me to the grave
and almost as objectionable is the fact
I was consciously misquoted, an antagonistic act
send it back, send it back, better make it quick, Barry
tell Blue Rider it's imperative to move my

Blurb Up, to the top edge
you've heard of Death Star Radio, you know I never hedge
Blurb Up, above Bos this time
and where are we now, Barry, with the purple line?