Don’t Cross Your Legs

Don’t cross your legs, Baby
I wish to see such treasure
A beauty of a secret 
Meant for our mutual pleasure
I’ll swing from the yardarm 
I’ll pull out my sword 
I’ll gouge out me eye
If you’re ever close to bored


I’m Not Worried About Your Conspiracies


I’m not worried about your conspiracies

I’m just trying to make my bones

Your extremist beliefs bore me

I won’t sink my sword into your throne

The world will always keep spinning

I gotta take my seabag to the boat

You’ve doubled down on your pair of criminals

I’ve always known they’re a waste of my vote