The Kill

I am an anarchist, an antichrist, an asterisk

I am an anorak, an acolyte, an accidental

I am 11 feet

Okay, eight

Six foot three

I fought the British and I won

I am a rocket ship

A jet fighter

A paper airplane

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Say what you will

I am the kill

The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real

I have a tendency to exaggerate just a little bit

I am a plagiarist, apologist

A walrus coke head lizard, oh, oh

I am an optimist, a closeted misogynist

I fought the British and I won, oh, oh, ah

I have a wishing well

A living will

A magical eight-ball

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Say what you will

I am the kill

The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real

Put Pat Sajak back in office

Put Pat Sajak back

But the sun still sets on you

And the retarded party nobody came to

But you and so you drink to all the emptiness

Until you wake up and there's hell to pay again

And the punchlines point at you

And all the comebacks in the world are in your head

And you can't say them until everybody leaves

And it's just you and your imaginary friends

Your imaginary friends

Your imaginary friends