Some folks say them Neer-do-wells

Are awful hard to take

Some folks gettin' to where they

Don't like fellowman anyway

Boys those boys are hard on ya

When mama's out spinnin' 'round

Save my load inside a bowl and live away from ya now

Confounding all explanations

Through concerted deliberations

Distrusters of verity

Look who's dyin' now

Simple instinct

Spits on complicity

While entrained angels sing those Neer-do-well songs

So as a compatible style

Mutually live and let live

In an aesthetically rational existence

Where angels spit on complicity

While all along

Till the end

Those Neer-do-well songs

And now I've gotten tired of these neat weekender guys

As brothers tend to get you down once there've been so many failed tries

My lament isn't carved by stale spectators,

Nor spat by bitter mouths that choke on all my vectors,

Impoverished meaning unfurls on stages of preying art,

Each move a harbinger of void.

So as a compatible style

Mutually live and let live

In an aesthetically rational existence

Where angels spit on complicity

While all along

Till the end

Those Neer-do-well songs

I know a certain Saturday when four brothers discovered a plan

How to never shed the golden fleece and to save my arse from the can

Renegade spirit, plucked from a shadow span,

Sprout in my daisies and end by my command.

Confounding all explanations through concerted deliberations

Distrusters of verity

Look who's dyin' now

Simple instinct

Spits on complicity

While entrained angels sing those Neer-do-well songs

So as a compatible style

Mutually live and let live

In an aesthetically rational existence

Where angels spit on complicity

While all along

Till the end