Cassandra B. Lyrics
It's not a problem, it's a wolf on your back
We had some vodka saw intelligent rap
It was a bald white guy with a mumu onstage
And you were throwing up
It was a slick horror flick on a Chinese set
In a basement apartment a block of Madison
Maybe I should have tried to adapt
And maybe I could be a little more careful
Instead of always throwing myself headfirst
Into unfortunate crap
Instead of always puling the same tricks
That never really worked the first time and don't work now
I even lied some, I have to admit
Because I tried to convince you I was the type
That reads Willa Cather and shit like that
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But the binding wasn't cracked
You know I only bought that book for some stupid
Class I had to take, anyway
