Photocopier

A photocopier
 Hunts your low magic orchestra
 I'm just monkeying around with your furniture
 You're losing, you're losing
 Your bodily fluids
 I got so, I got so, so monosyllabic
 Your butchered your setlist
 With vocal gymnastics
 You swagger
 As if you're the harp of their universe
 You're off your, you're off your
 You're off your bleeding rocker
 I'm just monkeying around with your furniture
 I'm just monkeying around with your furniture
 A photocopier
 Hunts your low magic orchestra
 And we were just pretending to be Japanese
 Yeah we were just pretending to be Japanese
 We were just pretending to be Japanese
 We were just pretending to be Japanese, yeah
 Got to, got to, got to, got to
 Sticky sticky uh uh
 I flatten your stomach
 Like Joseph Pilates
 Or scientific discoveries
 On lab rats and monkeys
 And we were just pretending to be Japanese
 Yeah we were just pretending to be Japanese
 A grubby little mud with an infant's thesaurus
 Je m'appelle David, avez vous fait un photocopier?
 You're off your, you're off your
 You're off your bleeding rocker
 I'm just monkeying around with your furniture
 A photocopier hunts your low magic orchestra
 I collected a cappellas and I filed them into genres
 April's wearing black, sucking July in the kitchen
 I got a slow, a slow, a slow metabolism
 The singer of Chicago and Electra glide in blue
 Legs flapping like the gullwings to heterosexuals
 You got me, you got me, barking like a dog yeah
 Sticky, sticky, sticky uh uh
 Got to got to got to get
 Got to got to got to get it from uh uh
 Got to got to got to get it from uh huh
 We got to uh uh
 We got to got to get it from uh uh
 Sticky, sticky uh uh
 Sticky, sticky uh uh
 Sticky, sticky, sticky uh uh
 Sticky, sticky, sticky uh uh
 Sticky, sticky, sticky uh uh