They say Miss Misery
Knows good quality
What with the styles of breeze and ELO
What the fuck is up with me
I think it's clean
Whenever we go home, it's always nice

Syndicated, constipated
Syndicated, constipated
But I know what we need
But I know what I'm like
But I know what we're meat
Meat me

I think about Miss Misery
With all her hair and Rush records
2112 was far better
Being Miss Misery

They're celebrated a fire, y'all see
With bonfire night
They celebrated a fire in Switzerland
We create the cure
We make the disease
We can buy a fireside and The Who play live

Constipated, assassinated
Constipated, assassinated
But I know what you're are
But I know what you could be
But I know what we like to eat
Y'all see

I'm giving it up, Miss Misery
All you crap movies and f**ked up shit
Believe it's not David Bowie
It's Miss Misery

(GUITAR SOLO):

I can sing my 'Greensleeves'
I can drum my 'Frankenstein'
I can make fun of music just anywhere
Oh

Constipated, assassinated
Constipated, assassinated
Constipated, assassinated
Constipated, assassinated
Constipated, assassinated
Constipated, assassinated
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Constipated, assassinated
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