Haute Tropique Songtext

von Man Man

Rarely does chi factor into
The type of people he chooses to consume
He likes 'em big and overgrown
More meat to gristle, more muscle he can hone

Two monks from a deli he's sriracha'd in jelly
And made a corset out of him for his belly
A Haitian from Florida's now a rug in his foyer
A girl from Delaware is a high arched back chair
The paper boy's a paper weight
Alberta's a lampshade
The fireman's an ashtray
The DJ spins his fan blades

When will it end?
Oh these horrible things
He asks himself nightly
Voices in his head sing

You're born what you're meant to be
If you're bad then be bad the best
If you're good stay away from me
We're a bad influence we're the best

If you wanna steal go and steal what you want
If sniffing women's heels gets you off, I won't watch
And if you gotta dress like a fox in distress
In the woods well you can and you could and you should

Oh here's a story of a lovely lady
Who had three daughters who drove her fucking crazy
She hacked em up with an old machete
And threw a party with dead daughter confetti

I comb my hair
I brush my teeth
I eat my peas like a good boy's supposed to
I wear a tie
Boa constricted
I eat my pride like a lion's supposed to

You're born what you're meant to be
If you're bad, then be bad the best
If you're good stay away from me
I'm a bad influence, I'm the best

You're born what you're meant to be
If you're bad then be bad the best
If you're good stay away from me
We're a bad influence, we're the best