Parasite

Karaoke and dodgeball

Y/N: Boris! Meet your maker!
Ah, I'll tell you later
It seems this scene has us careening down an elevator
Must have been dreaming to think we'd make a clean escape
I doubt that one machine here could make it past a regulator

Swear we never had this many levels, where's the excavator?
What's so scary 'bout a library and a record player?
Thought I'd find the angel in a basement more dilapidated
This is kinda tasteful, Alice tell me who's your decorator?

I never make a lady wait, I guess you'd say that I'm a player
Angel wants a date and I would really hate to aggravate her
Boris, don't you worry, I would never let her separate us
Told you, where'd you go?
Damn, guess I'd better go and save him

Alice thinks that hacking up my pal is gonna medicate her
Fallacy! The treatment that this gal would need is an eraser
Rap against an animator? Alice, get back on your paper
Rhyming on the multiplane, my lyrics work on several layers

If you thought that demons were your problem right now
Well the angel's on the stage so pipe down
If there are secrets that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down

So you're on the path of the starving artist
But at the heart, well the art is heartless
Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
Start and depart for the art of darkness

Out of the deep dark depths below
Three ne'er-do-wells will avenge their souls
With a spanner and a wrench and a thirst to quench
Hi-ho, it's off to work we go

Heave-ho! Fisher's coming, crawling out the sea foam
Giving you the Willie's as I'm stepping off my steamboat
Left here by the gods and beheaded by a rod
I've some deadly black spots for the clod who left us below

Should have headed for the bread line
Never ever meddled wtih a pencil lead and bread lines
Monkey with a wrench might
Thunk you in the head, Henry can you see the headlines?
Animator dead by an enemy he designed!

There once was an Angel who swallowed a spider
It wriggled inside her and out came the Striker
Who'd have thought your silly little villain for the children
Would be killing for your heroine, so let her win or die first

If you thought that demons were your problem right now
Well the angel's on the stage so pipe down
If there are secrets that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down

So you're on the path of the starving artist
But at the heart, well the art is heartless
Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
Start and depart for the art of darkness

There's no need to be scared now
It's all the fun of the fairground
And I would say I'm on fair grounds
To take a little revenge now

Everybody's heard of Bertram Piedmont
Because my work pertains a certain frisson
A hurtling free fall, disturbing demons
Are out of season so must you keep on?

Are you caught in a spin?
Wurlitzer shame that your organs and limbs
Will be lost in the ink, well it's awfully grim
Did you want to be him? Waltzer better man than you've ever been

It's a downward spiral, time you felt a
Little hell up in the Helter-skelter
No help or shelter, board the ride
Don't you know you've got to be this tall to die?

So sing along to the bouncing ball
Wave your flags and renounce these halls
You may have been sacked from this pantomime
But a pal of mine wants you recalled