[Verse 1: Father John Misty]
I'm gonna steal some bedsheets from an amputee
I'm gonna mount 'em on a canvas in the middle of the gallery
I'm gonna tell everybody it was painted by a chimpanzee
But just between you and me here at the cultural low watermark
If it's fraud or art, they'll pay you to believe

[Verse 2: Father John Misty]
I'm gonna take five young dudes from white families
I'm gonna mount 'em on a billboard in the middle of the country
I'm gonna tell everybody they sing like angels with whiter teeth
But just between you and me, they're just like the ones before
With their standards lower, another concert-goer will pay you to believe

[Chorus: Father John Misty]
Oh, caffeine in the morning, alcohol at night
Cameras to record you and mirrors to recognize
And as the world is getting smaller, small things take up all your time
Narcissus would have had a field day, if he could have got online
And friends, it's not self-love that kills you
It's when those who hate you are allowed
To sell you that you're a glorious shit
The entire world revolves around
And that you're the eater, no not the eaten
But that your hunger will only cease
If you come binge on a radiant blandness
At the disposable feast
[Bridge: Father John Misty & Voiceover]
You're enjoying the chill winter playlist
Just quickly how would you rate yourself
Indie Brunch
In terms of sex appeal and cultural significance?
Irony, irony, blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blo-blo
Do you usually listen to music like this?
Just one more mile, you can do it again
Can we recommend some similar artists?
This is totally the song of my summer
Are you feeling depressed?
This guy just gets me
But your feedback's important to us
Music is my life

[Verse 3]
Gonna buy myself a sports team and put 'em in a pit
I'm gonna wage the old crusade against consciousness
All I need's a couple winners to get every loser to fight in it
Keep the golden calf, just need the bullshit
And they won't just sell themselves into slavery
They'll get on their knees and pay you to believe