Verse:
Back from the dead, yeah the spirit is alive
Hero is revived, ain’t nowhere to hide
You should be terrified, yall ignorant like a pharaoh
I’ll be the arrow in your side, you arrogant, I’ll bury them alive
With their pride, like a feline, I’m like a carousel, a carnival ride
They say I’m for the clowns, but I’m accountable
That’s why I go around every time
Can’t hold me down, I will thrive
Rising out the ground, with one thing on my mind
I am hungry like I got the munchies
And when I look at you, it’s like I’m looking at a buffet line
I hear a dinner bell, I think it’s dinnertime
…
Who can I chomp on?
Who can I stomp on?
I was kicked when I was down, I was walked on
Now I’m on top and they back down
Tuck they tails, and disappear into the background
But I’ma bring the smackdown
Yeah, I’ma bring the smackdown

Chorus:
I am a zombie, I’m out of the ground
Yes they will copy, the style profound
I know they want me, they always around
It’s funny, cuz they used to call me - a clown
(x2)

I want to be a butterfly

I have the disease of Modern Living
All too desperate and lonely
Hopping around, from one vagina to another
Looking for the real thing.

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was
The kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

Saying no it’s not a problem for me
You see, it never has been
My tragedy of all times
Is that I said yes, when I wanted to say no

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

We just hoop and hoop to the next
And fuck again
Spreading all kinds of bacteria along the way
And all this in the name of love
In the name of love and I, of loneliness
Because if you fuck good enough
This time you might

never, never be lonely again

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of

butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

There is a funny woman sitting across the bar from me
Twisting with her red hair and golden chain
She keeps on smiling
I don’t smile back
She stares at me perpetually

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
I know, I know
Most certainly better

A butterfly…