Comikbuchland by The Negro Problem Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Let me wipe the dirt off of your pearls
And sing you this song while you kink up your curls
And you can lecture me about the rain in Leimert Park last Tuesday
In Comikbuchland
[Verse 2]
I could hold your flag while you find your keys
And whisper your list of insecurities
And I can lie and say I understand your complex situation
In Comikbuchland
[Chorus 1]
Tap these hollow books, the titles wave
To me with my nose pressed up to the windows of culture cave
At the bottom of Berlin I learned to screen my sins
By listening to Paul Hindemith
In Comikbuchland
[Verse 3]
Let me wipe the dirt off of your pearls
And sing you this song while you kink up your curls
And you can lecture me about the rain in Leimert Park last Tuesday
In Comikbuchland
[Verse 4]
Help me set the scene in your frozen lair
And tell me again what constitutes good hair
And tell me how the guns and bums unbraided your deep dread of reason
In Comikbuchland
[Chorus 2]
All those tears behind your tidal wave
Do you ever tire of the tightrope while you dance over Melrose Place?
At the bottom of Berlin I learned to screen my sins
By listening to Paul Hindemith
In Comikbuchland
[Verse 5]
Decorate the cage in which your dance
The trinkets and art grant mystics in fake trance
Sleeping on the couch that seats a thousand reasons why you won't leave
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Let me wipe the dirt off of your pearls
And sing you this song while you kink up your curls
And you can lecture me about the rain in Leimert Park last Tuesday
In Comikbuchland
[Verse 2]
I could hold your flag while you find your keys
And whisper your list of insecurities
And I can lie and say I understand your complex situation
In Comikbuchland
[Chorus 1]
Tap these hollow books, the titles wave
To me with my nose pressed up to the windows of culture cave
At the bottom of Berlin I learned to screen my sins
By listening to Paul Hindemith
In Comikbuchland
[Verse 3]
Let me wipe the dirt off of your pearls
And sing you this song while you kink up your curls
And you can lecture me about the rain in Leimert Park last Tuesday
In Comikbuchland
[Verse 4]
Help me set the scene in your frozen lair
And tell me again what constitutes good hair
And tell me how the guns and bums unbraided your deep dread of reason
In Comikbuchland
[Chorus 2]
All those tears behind your tidal wave
Do you ever tire of the tightrope while you dance over Melrose Place?
At the bottom of Berlin I learned to screen my sins
By listening to Paul Hindemith
In Comikbuchland
[Verse 5]
Decorate the cage in which your dance
The trinkets and art grant mystics in fake trance
Sleeping on the couch that seats a thousand reasons why you won't leave
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah
Comikbuchland, yeah yeah yeah