Дрейдл - Oxxxymiron

★ Verse 1 ★
Everything, for God's sake
Everything, for God's sake
Nowhere is it lonelier
Like the stadium stage
Who knows where I've been all these years?
Surviving pilots are supposed to have a debriefing
There's no antidote for the ego
But there are antipodes
To shut the fuck up and get the job done
Sometimes you have to go underwater to do it
Stop playing superheroеs
And leave town
No enlightеnment or wisdom gained, but
The Alfred Pennyworth house around the corner
With its garish hall, its grand entrance
A modest motor pool and a ridiculous closet
Sold it all off, cleaned out the mezzanine
With an attic, plus an overhaul
And breathe easy, but it's still Gotham
It'll always be a mess till it's a mess
Judicial-prison-police reform

★ Chorus ★
Magistrates and Uncle Styopas pull hands to samizdat
Reading Jew, but not Matisyahu
Moving along the galaxy by hitchhiking
Let me go through, throw in the hat the
Credit cards, ducats, golds
If one's rich with coin like a numismatist
If not a penny then sing along

★ Verse 2 ★
Fort Boyarde's dwarf holds the keys
Everybody here has a contour natal chart
We've been busy digging ourselves up
While the world was being reshaped by private military companies
Spin, my dreidel
No, I didn't go to yeshiva
I lived under Christ's thumb, under Moshe's neck
Playing four hands is the ultimate show-off
But behind my soul's drum machine is Brahma and Shiva
A higher power, a single pattern
Burned out shaitan, come to my cafeshantan
My immersive theater
Where beauty meets ugliness
And there's no management, no compere
No wine list
But there's a wiggle on the stage
Four facets: Special, Child, Chaos and Shadow
And it's all mixed up in you just like it's all mixed up in me
Check out this crazy joint

★ Chorus ★
Magistrates and Uncle Styopas pull hands to samizdat
Reading Jew, but not Matisyahu
Moving along the galaxy by hitchhiking
Let me go through, throw in the hat the
Credit cards, ducats, golds
If one's rich with coin like a numismatist
If not a penny then sing along