N-sub Ulysses

N-sub Ulysses
To you, the bold and foolish lambs
To you who are
To you who are intoxicated with riddles, let's go
Who take pleasure in twilight
Whose souls are lured by noise to every treacherous abyss
For you do not feel for a rope like cowards
And where you can guess, you hate to calculate
And where others would poison, you dismember

I'm not talking about a Beatles song
Written a hundred years before I was born
They're all talking about the round and round
But who's got the real anti-parent culture sound?
I know nothing's gonna feel right again
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I get so lonely
100 flowers bloom, 100 schools of thought contend
Come on baby, let's hang around
They're talking about the round and round
But who's got the real anti-parent culture sound?
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I get so lonely
They're all talking about a Beatles song
Written a hundred years before I was born
They're all talking about the round and round
But who's got the real anti-parent culture sound?

I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I get so lonely