weak handshake (mongol horde)

Weak Handshake (Mongol Horde)

Mongol Horde - 3:15
You know you’re actually kind of cute,
With your halo and your Morrissey T shirt,
Scratching round the chicken feathers and dirt.
Everybody has to make a living.
You know you’re actually kind of cutem
Like a child getting to grips with the big words.
I’ve got a new one that you might not have heard:
You’re a motherfucking Charlatan
(Not the band).

In the absence of a day of judgment,
I will state this for the record now:
You are a dick in worms clothing,
You are a weak fucking handshake.
You can dress up like a pig in lipstick,
You can fool the fans, but deep down you know
You are a dick in worms clothing,
You also have a weak handshake.

Shed your skin like a snake,
Slip it off like a stripper’s velcro hot pants,
Like yesterday’s allies and sycophants,
An inconvenient opinion.
Leave that skin by the roadside,
A pound-shop Ozymandias statue,
A memorial jumped-up dandruff tribute.
It’s actually kind of cute.

Because here's the thing: there are certain kinds of things
That just can't be helped, it's just the way you were whelped.
And it isn't really fair to judge a man by his stupid fucking hair,
To call him out for his beady eyes and his beer gut,
No matter how much they make you want to throw up.

But then you come to the matters of moral agency,
The decisions that make you the man that you meant to be,
The battlements from which you will not be budged,
The choices by which you consent to be judged.
You made your bed so now you can lie in it,
Your conceit is a prison and one day you'll die in it.
And I only hope I live to see a day when I won't notice your passing.

Exhibit A: your fucking legacy.
Exhibit B: your fucking everything.
Exhibit C: you're fucking nothing.
The prosecution rests.

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