Hitsville U.S.A.

On Dani Compose

I got a stethoscope trained in radio ten
They got dinosaurs trained on the movements of their hands
One time I wrote a song
One time they sang along
One time they tracked me down and said they’d break me into halves

Alls I got is this mic and stand
Alls I want is songs that I can stand
Bursting with dreadlocks
First aid and hemlock
Reviewing the cradle where liberty fell

Unhand me – my arms! – you’re just milky and sad
Back alley lashing; they guilt me, I’m bad
I’m clinging so tightly to my magic trinkets
I should maybe shut up – no, I dare not think it.

Welcome to Hitsville you various whores
They’ll shut you out like nefarious doors
Mobs are honking like hilarious pores
Then they’re piling on you like the scariest sores

The only way in is a communist stroke
The only way out is through poisonous smoke
The walls around it’s like the noisiest joke
Do you understand? They’re some oily folk