The Gyroscopic

Lost my job at the opinion orate
Co-working windbags creating drag
Fell behind, you know, coasting
Easiest money that I ever made

Reincarnated bottle-nosers
Noble creatures of the sea
I threw away a six-pack brief
That night I had a dream I lost my teeth

All you good people, gather 'round
Get inside the gyroscopic
Sphere spinning perpendicular
No reason outside is gonna stop it

Save Ulysses for another day
Give it enough time, the experts say
Handful of monkeys with typewriters
Will be found passed out in a limousine

So cheer up, the sluts are coming
The big orgy just a day away

Wake up, we're Beatrice in the bushes
Only in holiness will we prevail
Wake up, we're Beatrice in the bushes
Only in holiness will we prevail