Lyrics:

Lizzie says When the smoke is Dotting the sky with white It’s time to stop looking back You were there You know who set the fire And now you find yourself Staring at flowers

I am not referring to A smoking pope who’s also white Not like he’s attractive He’s an old man with a robe I’m not into that are you I guess it’s okay if you are But what I meant was A statement about the smoke

White token smoke Smoking hot from Chicago Your house is done burning White smokin’ pope

Lyrics: Porous Doris, the absorber of sound When you’re getting your jam on you don’t Want her around She’s cramping your style and she’ll ruin your luck She doesn’t mean to but she can’t help to suck

If you play music then you should know Only bring your solid friends with you to shows But if you’re recording she’s the lady for you She will preserve you from the stomps of shoes

Come on Doris Stand over there You’re a nice girl Watch from the stair

Lyrics:

Gene Wilder’s smiling

I feel scared

Smiling eyes brightly like

Butterflies

They know my address

It’s autofilled

Defeating me easily

Like they say they will

Minding my own business

Having a snack

Out of the wiring

A meme attack

Nobody considered

How the robots fight back

No real weapon

But a meme attack

44 chuckies stare at me at night

I bought them with my mom’s phone

Lit with inside light

Hacked to death by

Wandering eye

Find myself consumed by flames

This is fine

Minding my own business

Having a snack

Out of the wiring

A meme attack

Nobody considered

How the robots fight back

No real weapon

But a meme attack