Holy Weight Champ

(álbum: Undress - 2019)

I don't need these cigarettes
All these pills and ill effects
He threw his suitcase into the crater
I don't need these supplements
All these weapons of self-defense
He threw his switchblade into the crater
I don't need this questionnaire
Credit ratings and Tupperware
He threw his phone into the crater

Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ

I could never rejoice
For a gold Rolls Royce
He threw his car keys into the crater
Why should I have some
When so many have none?
He threw his wealth into the crater

Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ

Well we stared at the pit stop crater for ten or fifteen minutes
Then loaded back into the station wagon
A small boat on an endless black sea
Gliding westward across the American desert
Onward to the midsummer derby
To the radios on the beach
To the roller coaster's controlled fear

I don't need these eyes or ears
I'm aligned to the heavenly spheres
He threw his senses into the crater
I don't need to speak of hate
Good or evil, church and state
He threw his voice into

Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ

Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ
So long, Holy Weight Champ