Wonderful weather we’re having Wonderful every day Wonderful weather we’re having Won’t you come out and play? The sun is always shining somewhere above the clouds And I know down in the tropics, it’s warmer there’s no doubt Though the mist mistakes my misdemeanor demeanor for a curse When I see you in the rainclouds, I know somewhere it’s worse You’re a quarter-mile away From the dollar and fifty cents I need for bus fare And I just stare And I need to find a way A route into the station in your chest Cuz I’m the best you’ll ever Never give a chance to I’m at a loss for words I know not what to do It’s a beautiful day But not as beautiful as you I see you standing on the corner of Pine and girl I’m pining for you If I could only give myself the chance, I know that I’d be true But I know there’s someone out there; someone better than me You meet him; he meets you; I’m thrown out; hey, look how happy you’ll be. If I only had the nerve To work up the nerve to walk the street to where you are I know you’re not far But I stand back and observe I tell myself I’ll tell myself tomorrow Filled with sorrow that I Borrow from myself I’m at a loss for words I know not what to do It’s a beautiful day But not as beautiful as you My heart beats and I try to speak out My jaw drops and my voice just eeks out Hey, hey, haha, how you do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do nevermind I’ll go back inside And I’ll never bother you again My friend I’m at a loss for words I know not what to do It’s a beautiful day But not as beautiful as you

Funk it!

Wind flies into colosseum windows Wind flies out with considerably less speed Where does all the extra energy go? There’s a machine below to which it feeds It makes lions, it makes gladiators, all part of the show It makes blood, it makes warriors, no one gets hurt It makes lions, it makes gladiators, all part of the show It makes popcorn, it makes peanuts, would you like a free shirt for the Roman holodeck supercomputer? How’d you think that Nero built his empire? Did you think he had hired fifty slaves Jesus Christ made Seattle under pressure All the same he couldn’t build Rome in a day It makes bricks, it makes mortar, watch that sucker go! It makes war, it makes treaties, welcome home It makes bricks, it makes mortar, watch that sucker go It makes maps of the nation machine-grown by the Roman holodeck supercomputer Roman holodeck supercomputer Roman holodeck supercomputer Roman holodeck supercomputer Wind flies into colosseum windows Wind flies out with considerably less speed Roman holodeck supercomputer

The burning in my feet The pain within my heels The sores of sullen soles The agony I feel With every step I take I fear another heart may break And who am I to know What’s the deal? Another valentine Another shard of hope Another radar blip I pull down the periscope With every ship I sink I fear that I may overthink And I’d end it now if I had Enough rope But I stop myself ‘cuz I know it’s very wrong And I count to ten and I sing this stupid song And I know that I don’t want it but it’s probably for the best So I sing this stupid song to get these feelings off my chest Another day gone by, another Wasted ounce of luck If I saved up my misfortune I could buy a pick-up truck And in the flatbed of that car You know I’d rest my broken heart And on the highway pray that I’ll get stuck Another exit passed Another ramp ignored Another highway sign And I’m starting to get bored I punch the gas a bit I see the engine light is lit And I know the end is near But who keeps score? But I stop myself ‘cuz I know it’s very wrong And I count to ten and I sing this stupid song And I know that I don’t want it but it’s probably for the best So I sing this stupid song to get these feelings off my chest I’m sitting in the dark And I check the clock, it’s one. I probably should be sleeping But let’s have a little fun And the only fun I need Is sitting right in front of me So I grab the box that holds My father’s gun. I put the barrel to my head I double-check the magazine And I close my eyes My life flashes before me And nothing means a thing I ain’t no heir, nor prince or king And I take a breath and kick The safety But I stop myself ‘cuz I know it’s very wrong And I count to ten and I sing this stupid song And I know that I don’t want it but it’s probably for the best So I sing this stupid song to get these feelings off my chest So I recommend this song Whenever you are feeling down Just sing it even if you Think you’ll feel like a clown I know, cuz I did too But ask yourself what you’ve to lose And it’s guaranteed to take Away your frown So stop yourself, don’t you know it’s very wrong? Just count to ten and sing this stupid song I know that you don’t want it but it’s surely for the best So just sing it, get these feelings off your chest. But I stop myself ‘cuz I know it’s very wrong And I count to ten and I sing this stupid song And I know that I don’t want it but it’s probably for the best So I sing this stupid song to get these feelings off my chest

i. Flipper Thing Mermaid: What’s this? It seems some news has come downstairs today What’s this? It seems I should investigate The prince will have a ball Seems the country’s gonna be there I should join the call Seems I need to go up these stairs These stairs… these stairs… This flipper thing ain’t helping me at all What’s this? It seems that daddy’s got a new dress What’s this? It makes him look like Ryan Seacrest Those stairs… This flipper thing ain’t helping me, no Those stairs… This flipper thing ain’t helping me at all Narrator: (Abandoning her cove, the miniature mermaid maneuvers to the local bulletin beluga, whereupon she discovers a flier advertising the services of a certain leadbelly octopus.) (knock knock knock) (grumbles) Mermaid: This flipper thing ain’t helping me at all. Octopus: What’s this? Mermaid: I need to get myself some landlegs Octopus: What’s this? Mermaid: And I won’t accept no Band-aids ii. Backalley Surgery Octopus: Ah, surgery. No problem. Trust me. I’ve done this a million times before. Why don’t you step into my store? Everyone’s attending Harry’s gala in the garden But they don’t exactly have a choice You’re the one that does, madame, and so I ask you if you’d rather Have the moves or have the voice You think it might be easy when you’re up and feeling breezy Sifting sand between your toenails on the beach But I tell you, girl, it won’t be, and your life be mighty bumpy Till you fall straight down and proclaim, what’dya call it? Defeat. Mermaid: Octopus, I’m sure of it, ain’t hiring no surrogate I need to be on land myself Sample the linguini, find a nice cotton bikini ‘cuz I’ve had it with these scallop shells Ain’t saying that it’s easy when I’m up and feeling breezy But the challenge will be worth the reward Make me like a human with that voodoo that you doin’ So I can get up there and quit being bored Octopus: It seems that you are certain, so just get behind the curtain And I’ll get my scissors on your back If it starts to take a while, I know what will make you smile Take a People off the magazine rack You’ll be a glamour actress with the right social status Guaranteed to be the belle of the ball Until you’re cutting the rug with that prince that you dug Oh, honey, please try not to fall Narrator: (Abandoning her so-called ‘flipper thing,’ the miniature mermaid inhales the high-grade black market anesthetic offered to her by a certain lead-bellied octopus. A transformation begins within…) Octopus: I’m here and doing science but I still don’t have a license And I will not give your money back You should never trust a whale who can’t read his own tall tales Like a tabloid off a magazine rack You’ll be a glamour actress with the right social status But not a lot of rights after all Cuz when you’re moving to the beat with your two left feet Oh, good luck trying not to fall! Kiss the carpet, kiss the friggin’ carpet! Kiss the carpet, kiss the friggin’ carpet! Kiss the carpet, kiss the friggin’ carpet! Kiss the carpet, kiss the friggin’ carpet! Kiss the carpet, kiss the friggin’ carpet! That flipper thing’s not so bad after all! That’s it! The legs you wanted desperately That’s it! The lungs are not sold separately Go to the surface! Find your beau! Go to the surface like a submarine boat! Climb up the salmon ladder, one foot then the next! Left! Left! Left left left! Kiss the carpet, kiss the friggin’ carpet! Kiss the carpet, kiss the friggin’ carpet! Kiss the carpet, kiss the friggin’ carpet! Kiss the carpet, kiss the friggin’ carpet! iii. Waltz in Four Prince: Shall we dance? Whoops, that’s on me. You’ll get it next time. Here, why don’t I lead? The princess had a fall Seems she needs to get out now, where’s A doctor I can call? Can somebody help me out here? Paramedics! Paramedics! iv. Backalley Surgery (Reprise) Prince: This girl, she speaks in silence, and her life’s the fault of science Seems she couldn’t really dance if she chose Spent my life upon the shore but I have not seen her before Not her eyes, not her lips, not her nose Whether she just lost her cool or she’d play me like a fool It seems her heart is beating out of time Get her in the ER if you have to do CPR Hook her up to a lifeline Can’t you see she kissed the flipping carpet? Can’t you see she kissed the flipping carpet? Can’t you see she kissed the flipping carpet? Can’t you see she kissed the flipping carpet? Narrator: (abandoning his ball, the neurotic noble ushers the miniature mermaid onto a stretcher at the hands of a certain lead-bellied paramedic) Prince: Mister, please, she’s dying, at the very least she’s lying On the floor and cannot come to her feet She forgot how to talk and then forgot how to walk Mister, please, I’m sure she’s feeling very weak If you know the diagnosis, then I’ll shower you in roses Have you crowned the greatest medic in the town! But if you’re saying what you’re saying, that this girl’s a sea maiden Throw her back to sea before she starts to drown! I don’t believe in fate But I do believe in mermaids She seems a little too good to be true Seems a botched operation Left her half of a crustacean Crabwalkin’ like she’d look like me or you Paramedic: Go to the shoreline! While she’s still! Go to the shoreline and use her gills! Throw her to the salmon ladder, gently now! Down! Down! Down, down, down! To the seabed! To the flippin’ seabed! To the seabed! To the flippin’ seabed! To the seabed! To the flippin’ seabed! To the seabed! To the flippin’ seabed! v. Daughters of Nightmair Narrator: Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Down. Wake up! (abandoning her lack of consciousness, the miniature mermaid turned botched human seeks to recover her flipper thing from a certain lead-bellied octopus) Mermaid: This flipper thingie ain’t so bad at all! What’s this? It seems you didn’t hear me coming. What’s this? It seems the catfish got your tongue again! Enjoy the mulletfishing silence! Enjoy the mulletfishing silence! Enjoy the mulletfishing silence! Enjoy the mulletfishing silence! Enjoy the mulletfishing silence! Enjoy the mulletfishing silence! Enjoy the mulletfishing silence! Enjoy the mulletfishing silence!

Try not to make my day today ‘cuz I I can’t stand crying in public I hate to bring this up right now but I’m A ridiculously specific situation I need your accommodations If you let me in Will you let me be And will you let me be the problem That I want to be If you shut me out Will you shut your mouth Or will you just admit that You’re the problem Compliments Don’t do justice A legal battle for the custody of my own autonomy Take my hand Or take a bow I’ll take the ticket, check your name, you’ll be thankful hopefully Try not to smile back at me cuz I Can’t stand smiling in public I hate to bring this up again but I’m A ridiculously specific situation I need your accommodations If you let me in Will you let me be And will you let me be the problem That I want to be If you shut me out Will you shut your mouth Or will you just admit that You're the problem Casual Conversation If Jane says anything to me, I’ll want her like she wants me Truth comes out I’m shaking now It’s better not to talk to me at all A bird in flight flies overhead tonight I know why the caged bird sings now He opens up his wings now If you hear my call Will you respond at all? Or will we break? I hate to say this one more time but I’m A ridiculously specific situation I need your accommodations If you let me in Will you let me be And will you let me be the problem That I want to be If you shut me out Will you shut your mouth Or will you just admit that I’m the problem

I wanted nothing but you wouldn’t consent I wanted nothing but you won’t have it sent I wanted something but I couldn’t commit I gave you nothing ‘cuz I wouldn’t have none of that Nonsense Nonsense Question mark, thumbs down Smiley face, star frown LOL, THX HMU send me a text Just stressed, what about? I need some time to get out It’s not you, it’s all me SRY G2G I have a feeling but I can’t pin it down I have a feeling we’re about to go down I couldn’t feel like we already fell I can’t help feeling like you wouldn’t have none of that Nonsense Nonsense Wednesday, 6:03 Hey! Check, already seen Thursday, 3:04 Still seen the day before Friday, 8:08 There doesn’t seem to be a date Saturday, 6:17 You could at least break up with me Let the sun bleach your dyed-black hair And if your purse is in a wheely cage Get it out of there Try to be with me. Show me you care Was all you wanted just a shot with a kid? Was all you wanted just to poison the kid? You know you wanted something more than I did You said you wanted but we wouldn’t have none of that Nonsense Nonsense Nonsense

I put on a play at my high school I got the leading role I had a skull I had a skull Jesse got jealous, he saw me It made him uncomfortable He took my skull He took my skull He hit me in the face with Yorick I fell down to the floor hit Alas, I knew him before he went berserk A man of infinite jest who can pack the hurt I got to my feet so I could be Or not to be a fool I saw my skull I saw my skull But age with his stealing steps Hath clawed me in his clutch And hath shipped me into the land As if I had never been such He hit me in the face with Yorick I fell down to the floor hit Alas, I knew him before he went berserk A man of infinite jest who can pack the hurt I hit him in the face with Yorick He fell down to the floor hit Jesse was a man, sir, yes But once was, now, rest his soul he’s dead

If you’re coming back to reconcile the hardship You face with the fact that you’d rather be worshipped Then get a clue I saw the prom and the ise and I knew it was you Who broke the promise in half and threw it on the floor In front of you It’s sad but true Was it you who kept silent about me I wonder why you’d have nothing to say about me Or was it you who spread those things about me I have to tell you they're all lies. If it’s you who kept your mouth shut about me Let me confess it hasn’t been easy for me If it’s you who spread those things about me Thanks for ruining my life I’m talking about angst Talking about stress Talking about sleepless nights with no rest Talking about crying all the way to the bank Talking about angst You saved me You made me You used me You threw me You tossed me You lost me I’ve got no words for you

In the crawlspace In the crawlspace In the crawlspace In the crawlspace Yo we chillin’ in the crawlspace Illin’ always, all days. Make a home out of somebody’s enclave Fight a spider, a centipede, cobwebs See them flies, they about to be chopped dead Here I eat, here I sleep, here I write, here I weep Here I speak, but I don’t dare make a peep Marshmallows a bit too many ‘Round here all’s just as good as any I’m a squatter but I can’t lift 120 Try to get me into shape, but you can’t reinvent me I’m like a wheel, ‘cuz I’m round, large, and in charge Four-wheel drive’s useless on a trash barge I’m just a private but I’m eating like a sergeant My deodorant smells like detergent. Maybe I’m not cool like you think I am Maybe I won’t eat Green Eggs and Ham Maybe I do not like them, Sam I Am Maybe I’ll regard your praise as spam See, it’s cozy chillin’ underneath the floorboard Could do maybe with an extra corridor But perks I ain’t got no landlord or Rent or food or water, man, could I live any poorer? Maybe if I had a cardboard box Covered with sharpie locks Living out on the docks With the smell of detritus and debris in the air And a whiff of some homeless person’s underwear Who wants to take care of a straggler like KC I’m not Based God, I’m not even Based Me That’s my fate if I don’t stop being lazy But I feel like I still got to fulfill my lease To this crawlspace To this crawlspace To this crawlspace To this crawlspace Up on top, they be livin’ in a penthouse Renthouse Suit & tie, striped and buttoned ladies and gent house Ten elevators from the ceiling to the ground floor Just got a grant just so they can fund ten more How many heads you think they stepped on to get there? How many combs you think they’d need to fix that hair? How many rap as well as this beast right here Who’s got two thumbs and knows his name when it’s being cheered? I get it, I’m the savior of the industry. Li’l Wayne and 2 Chainz we’ll nickname the injury It only started but we’re ending the century 100 years is 14 to the nth degree Help me cuz I’m starting to break I can’t fake this any further because what does it take To impress? I sold six tix, five were for my family Where then, were the other ten attendees? I’m like Macklemore but more, at least they tell me My old friends, but none ain’t tried to sell me Put my face on a disc, say this cracker can spit Then get me on the front of either Mojo or Spin Then like Shel on the cover of the Rolling Stone It takes some effort, and I can’t do it alone So all I’m asking is you throw this kid a bone Help me out, help me find a better home Than this crawlspace. Than this crawlspace. Than this crawlspace. Than this crawlspace.

Stand up and shout Get up and dance Turn us about our squares Playing with you Give it a chance Come play some musical chairs Round and round and round she goes Where she'll stop, ain't nobody knows Ain't no warning before she blows Furniture do-si-dos Stand up and shout Get up and dance Turn us about our squares Playing with you Give it a chance Come play some musical chairs Come play some musical chairs, my loved ones

If you don’t have any knowledge of how things work out on the streets You ain’t listenin’ to the Devil’s music, nothing more than hunnid-fifteen beats If a song in two-two gets ya riled up, well, honey, I’ve news for you You’ve got a three hour week, subtract when you’re asleep You’re wasting three-eighty-two Now I ain’t sayin’, throw your life to waste, forsake the Lord and turn away But how’s it workin’ for you to preach to the choir if you can’t grant a sinner stay? Say a man’s got a skull inked on his arm, is he doomed to a damning in Hell? He makes the choice to do right, he turns toward the light The Lord will forgive him as well It’s still a risky thing to rock a baby bump in a singles’ ward But she knows what she did, she’s gonna keep the kid And she’s already confessed to the Lord It don’t mean a thing if you glare real hard at a cigarette Cuz it’s gonna burn anyway, I tell ya There are benefits to growing up in Babylon You’re more grateful for the gift And you’ll learn what it means to truly judge On the other side of the rift If you grew up with a thousand different origin stories, then you know the one you know is true If you grew up thinking alcohol was A-OK, then you’re surprised after a water or two If you grew up with a book of animal pictures, then you’re truly in for a surprise ‘Cuz there’s a book or two, written specifically for you “I don’t believe it,” well, open your eyes! Now I ain’t sayin’, throw your life to waste, pretend you never learned the truth But the Lamanites say they want evidence, well, my spirit is the proof I went from a man who was full of himself to a humble man through and through And if you don’t believe me, well, heck, I don’t believe me But I know you can be humble too! So it’s a risky thing to rock a question or two about the Word of God It’s OK to have doubts, that’s what faith is about And no question’s exceedingly odd It don’t mean a thing if you drop a cuss every now and then There’s this thing called repentance to save you from a sentence, man, That’s why they killed the Christ! There are benefits to growing up in Babylon You’re more grateful for your life And you’ll learn what it means to truly love On the other side of the divide There are benefits to growing up in Babylon You’re more grateful for the gift And you’ll learn what it means to truly judge On the other side of the rift