I once heard a piper from the coast of Spain
Try to tell me “Tiltin’ windmills ’snot for the tame”
I’m like “Same”—I’m so modern—it’s quite lame
I prefer nautical sweaters to have a snug fit
I like my jeans clean and to, like, not do weird shit
Luxury to me is bein’ at home in your skin
A lighthouse on the coast—that’s my lifestyle brand
I said a lighthouse on the coast
That’s my lifestyle brand

[Foghorns.]

So now that we’re alone in this lighthouse
What do you want to do
I don’t know, want to play “Mario Kart” or something?
Oh you hate “Mario Kart”? I do too, trust me
Trust me

[Foghorns.]

Yeah, I look good in sunglasses, can’t help that
Can’t help if clothes cut medium fit me straight off the rack
Yeah I glide through parties, like God’s gravity’s cornered the room
I pick and choose who I want to—with, and that’s not you
At most you’ll get from me’s ancient timeless nectar from God
Hope that’s not irritating, plus clothes domesticated by humble labor norms
I’m like so sorry you’re an animal with flesh and thoughts
Oh my God, “quality,” how about the quality of feces from slaves
Drippin’ all over your faith? When slaves shit on your face, isn’t that an A?
I give it an A
[Foghorns.]

I once heard a piper from the coast of Montecito…

[Foghorns.]

Anyway, so that girl just died from no health care

[Foghorns.]

Look, maggots

[Foghorns.]

We love a nautical sweater ’round here
Just something that vibes timeless
Like you were born to stick around forever

[Foghorns.]

Look, you want a Rubik’s cube?

[Foghorns.]

We price our sweaters according to
Fluctuations in Iceland’s temperature
On any given afternoon
[Foghorns.]

Have you ever seen a stock
Do a V formation
Like go down but then back up?
That’s called your mutual fund popping a pussy

[Foghorns.]

I think we should sell a cologne
Called “Palo Halo”
That’s priced so absurd
You’ll never steal from anyone again
Because you’re so rich
You can afford this cologne
And we can install scent detectors into iPhones
And then rich people can find each other to date
You know, to mate with

[Foghorns.]

Don’t you think the rich
Want their kids to survive
More than your kids?
“Duh”
[Foghorns.]

Imagine if health care itself was segregated

[Foghorns.]

Don’t you just want to
Not live on this Earth anymore?
Have you ever heard of Gwyneth Paltrow?

[Foghorns.]

Anyway, hope you like hearing this song
On repeat

[Seagulls.]