El-P - How To Serve Man lyrics

Girlfriend: What are you thinking right now? El: I would really prefer not to tell you what's going on in my head right now Girlfriend: I really wanna know. I'm not gonna hold it against you. I promise. I'm a big girl—I can handle it. Just tell me what's going on in your head... ["The Twilight Zone": Mr. Chambers, don't get on that ship! The rest of the book "To Serve Man," it's... it's a cookbook!] That's not a hand it's a claw, and this is not a song its an exorcism of numbness We are not in my bedroom anymore, it's a prison camp that I've been stuck in This isn't skin, it's a scramble suit with a thousand me's rotating That's not your mouth, its a boredom generator powered by irritation We aren't a couple, we're isolationists who tried to use the buddy system And that wasn't s**, it was a competition for power that I'm clearly winning But that's not victory, matter fact I think I'm better off forfeiting You go for de gold girl, I'm about to bounce out deadwoods hills for cleaner living And I really do... Hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want This isn't Brooklyn, it's a colony of wayward bees without a queen And we aren't people, more like Sims controlled by childish deities But see we're alive now, and that's not time we're wasting nah this is life And you're so pretty, like the gleam off that blade when you slipped my ribs the shivy This ain't a breakup, I like to think of it as a...stay of execution And that's not the air I'm clearing, its the wispy trails of our cumulus pollution And that's not despair you're feeling, its the petulant reaction of a wounded child And that's not the door I'm looking at, its an escape hatch to this zeppelin we're inside And I really do... Hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want You're not a woman you're a piranha with cutlery for dentured up smile And I'm not a man, I'm an incomplete punchline of a joke I don't understand That's not your diary, it's a cookbook and I'm you're favorite chapter when you're bored And that's not a love letter, its a recipe for the same slop you served before This ain't an insult, its the clearest truth I've ever had the misery to speak But these aren't words, these are the terms of my surrender and defeat But I'm not sorry, beyond the sorry nature of existing with no plans Please don't touch me. Just wave goodbye with that claw that's not a hand Did I mention that I... Hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want (x3) Really do... Hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want it to I hope it all works out like you want (x8) Really do...