This Lamb Sells Condos - Owen Pallett
I feed you every morning, and ask so little,
yet you belittle all the work, all the work that I do.
When you take that walk without permission,
I’m not defensive, I’m just saying this cause I love you.
You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool.
Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill.
Contentment? What’s contentment? I am bald and impotent.
Is that what it’s about? Oh, honey, honey, shut your mouth.