Net Celebrity by The Pink Strings Lyrics
[Intro]
This is The Pink Strings!
Bring it on! Yeah!
[Verse 1]
Lurking in the corners of the birds and the screens
A mind-scrambled man writhes in his concrete
Stacked with cardboard boxes and imported toys
And high-top leggings made of jack white boys
Cause the ms paint brides can't draw themselves
Not even in the prospects of shared malware
So the chatroom toga cogs go and melt
Underneath the queer charter bus sweater
Pockets full of nuggets and a day-time ritual
Of luring young minds into a cult of
Charles Manson wannabe sequels and a
False-scene wave of CRT output
The sloopies of the state know of his history
With internet flunkies and the mentally disabled
It would be no surprise to the peanut gallery
If he hung himself with an av cable
[Chorus]
Net celebrity
Nothing but a psycho and a fool
Now that he is gone
We can all say
We don't miss you
[Verse 2]
Reverberated nightmares of oversized rats
And simpsons reruns with a paranoid android
Eye sockets enlarged with ugly flat design
But reject, as the powerpoint rewinds
To christmas memories of a talking paperclip
Saying how much the audience loves the work
But the taste of the sunflowers touches his lips
And his trunk blows him back to the place of his sulk
His life is a constant bullet hell
Even a patriot spirit couldn't do him well
So he stays up till two a.m., cutting his arm
Thinking this is exactly what brings out his charm
But with all actions come consequences
As his stream of consciousness has been shut off
A piano grows its legs, opens its top and says
All of your work has been for naught
[Chorus]
Net celebrity
Nothing but a psycho and a fool
Now that he is gone
We can all say
We don't miss you
This is The Pink Strings!
Bring it on! Yeah!
[Verse 1]
Lurking in the corners of the birds and the screens
A mind-scrambled man writhes in his concrete
Stacked with cardboard boxes and imported toys
And high-top leggings made of jack white boys
Cause the ms paint brides can't draw themselves
Not even in the prospects of shared malware
So the chatroom toga cogs go and melt
Underneath the queer charter bus sweater
Pockets full of nuggets and a day-time ritual
Of luring young minds into a cult of
Charles Manson wannabe sequels and a
False-scene wave of CRT output
The sloopies of the state know of his history
With internet flunkies and the mentally disabled
It would be no surprise to the peanut gallery
If he hung himself with an av cable
[Chorus]
Net celebrity
Nothing but a psycho and a fool
Now that he is gone
We can all say
We don't miss you
[Verse 2]
Reverberated nightmares of oversized rats
And simpsons reruns with a paranoid android
Eye sockets enlarged with ugly flat design
But reject, as the powerpoint rewinds
To christmas memories of a talking paperclip
Saying how much the audience loves the work
But the taste of the sunflowers touches his lips
And his trunk blows him back to the place of his sulk
His life is a constant bullet hell
Even a patriot spirit couldn't do him well
So he stays up till two a.m., cutting his arm
Thinking this is exactly what brings out his charm
But with all actions come consequences
As his stream of consciousness has been shut off
A piano grows its legs, opens its top and says
All of your work has been for naught
[Chorus]
Net celebrity
Nothing but a psycho and a fool
Now that he is gone
We can all say
We don't miss you