You can be lighthearted, but you can't be funny
You can make a struggle, but you won't make money
You can scream, but you can't be loud
You might smile, but you can't act proud

So call your ears out, and tell them to quite
Since you eyeballs work, there's no use for them
Just sit around and do what they want,
Cause they'll tell it straight, and they'll say it blunt

So strip your organs, and hang them to dry
But spare your fingers and point to the sky
It won't be weird and, it won't be silly

Cause you're still intact, and you look so pretty

Come away for me