Song parody of
Locusts
by Rascal Miles
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Flickering fluorescent
Lights force open my eyes
My wrists and my ankles
Still strapped to the table
Have you stuffed me with straw
Have you oiled my joints
Have you dosed me with courage
I'm sure gonna need it
Unwrap the paper
Open the package
Untwist the ties
Get me out of this plastic
This is no land for misfit toys
Still a segregated factory
Princes and princesses
Kings and queens
A hierarchical threat to my safety
Try my best to blend in
With the others they look at
Me like I'm Frankenstein's monster
Guards are calling my name
So what gave me away
Was it the bolts in my neck
Or the scars on my chest
No rest for the authentic
Always in the wrong box
Always on the wrong shelf
Always in the wrong line
By being myself
They're gonna eat me alive
Here come the locusts
I will step out of the shadows
And into the spotlight
And they will throw rotten tomatoes
And the critics they will write
But to change the conversation
We must put up a fight
Bring on the locusts
I'm not scared
Bleed me dry
I'm prepared
Find me on the front lines
I'll meet you there
Flickering fluorescent
Lights force open my eyes
My wrists and my ankles
Still strapped to the table
Have you stuffed me with straw
Have you oiled my joints
Have you dosed me with courage
I'm sure gonna need it
Unwrap the paper
Open the package
Untwist the ties
Get me out of this plastic
This is no land for misfit toys
Still a segregated factory
Princes and princesses
Kings and queens
A hierarchical threat to my safety
Try my best to blend in
With the others they look at
Me like I'm Frankenstein's monster
Guards are calling my name
So what gave me away
Was it the bolts in my neck
Or the scars on my chest
No rest for the authentic
Always in the wrong box
Always on the wrong shelf
Always in the wrong line
By being myself
They're gonna eat me alive
Here come the locusts
I will step out of the shadows
And into the spotlight
And they will throw rotten tomatoes
And the critics they will write
But to change the conversation
We must put up a fight
Bring on the locusts
I'm not scared
Bleed me dry
I'm prepared
Find me on the front lines
I'll meet you there
