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Lyrify.me

Anomalies by Lord Bung Lyrics

Genre: pop | Year: 2019

[Intro]
(Salesman)
Why hello there madam, how are ya? What's your name?

(Annie)
Annie

(Salesman)
Annie, it is lovely to meet ya! Tell me, are you sick of salesman pitching the usual uninspired household brick-a-brack farming dust on the old windowsill?

(Annie)
Yes I am, actually

(Salesman)
Well, you’re in luck!

[Verse 1]
(Salesman)
So I couldn't help notice that your wonderful abode is bland with a capital B!
So leave it to me
Most definitely
These spaces are gonna be erased and replaced
With stuff from the wonderful corners of the map
We're too dang scared to tap
How ’bout that?
Now you're listenin'
Soon your living room's sparkling out of the park with Anomalies!
(Annie)
Anomalies?

(Salesman)
Yes, of highest quality
From mechanical, botanical, satanic and beyond
The spawn that makes you ponder yonder these Anomalies
Yes, Anomalies
Affordable in this economy?
From the wonderful corners of the map we're too dang scared to tap-

(Annie)
Yeah, yeah, you already said that. What do you mean by "Anomalies"?

(Salesman)
I'm glad you asked!

[Verse 2]
(Salesman)
So I got a little microwave oven right here of a humdrum build and brand
But at my command, you can choose to shoot this cute little rooster into the future
Why not this refrigerator?
Pop your pops right in it
But the drawing, please don't bin it, unless your itchin' for cleaning your innards in the kitchen!
Then you can trail to the yard for the mail but, alas, to no avail
Heed this needy box’s red flag for he’s obsessed with the opposite sex
But now it's time for a change in scenery
Did I mention, it’s a desolate dimension
Bent by theocracy, crashed the economy, faceless monsters prosper ‘cross this ano-
Minal price for a lake up north where the townsfolk just don't go
Oh no, it's bogged with haunted content
And if you're not content to spend a cent
Try leverage for a beverage
Keep you energized
Close your eyes, but why?
Say goodbye to pointless nights investing in rest and savor the memories
Just kidding
It’s your deepest desires
Let's move on to a cowbell
Nothing magic, I just thought it was funny
We all love money but we have no time when the world is coming to an end, friend
This clock won't bite; its insight might just tell if the future will be alright
Before it ends just be a friend and spend your cents on this godsend
Lend an appendage
To the splendid offer you can't comprehend
So what do ya say?
(Annie)
If I buy the microwave will you leave?

[Verse 3]
(Salesman)
Now that's the spirit!
Just sign here, here, and here
Have no fear, don't be alarmed
Unless you're harmed from being disarmed
Which you are!
I assure you, madam, this sturdy gray oven has a thirty-day policy guarantee
Like you need it
Since you'll bleed out in about thirty seconds I reckon
So before you enter the realm of the dead with an oven and a missing joint
Here's the point:
Never trust a man in a pitch-black suit with a smile that goes on for miles
Either he's a creature from the far off reaches of space or a man trying to prey on the mentally fragile
The first and the latter need dimwitted widows-
OW MY EYE!