Текст песни Karlheinz Chop up Children - of Montreal

The old me is the new me′s scourge
The new me is the old me's emotional janitor
I need a new reputation
Lovers leap where edgelords fear to trend
Oh, the old me is the new me′s scourge yet again

I bounce from bar to bar fully thinking hearing songs
Wishing that they'd cover Cage's 4′33" dark to bark to socialize and tarot sodomy
Peeing blood to show your sad, cringey content of the new nomad, pig-fisted pacifists
Ave Maria of implied amputees a party walk up says an L.E.S. crow dronе humming Radiohead just to be a jerk
Thе waitress offers me menzanivadi from a cross I smile with no expression my depression is a plus
He checked his watch and there′s still barely forty years to kill

Listening to Karlheinz chop up children and then run for joy
Entering the common room and barking until we get banned
Every image I absorb isn't inherently consensual

The new me (the new me)
The new me (the new me)
New me says "I′m pretty bored being your emotional janitor"
"I'm pretty bored being your emotional janitor"
"I′m pretty bored being your emotional janitor"

The old me
The old me
The old me says "I kept his homeless poem in a cage with it's latch open to free range"
The C.I.A. killed the Black Panthers that′s the real war on Christmas

Lovers leap where edgelords fear to trend
The old me is the new me's scourge yet again, oh
I need a new reputation, ooh, the old one is terrorizing the new
The old one's terrorizing the new me