Their Riddles

They twist those snakes, and my attention fades What do we stand to gain from mincing words But don't hit the breaks, it just got interesting Maybe the fat lady will sing after all The words delivered with a smirk But you know I've still got some skin in the game Their arguments are such patchwork I've such conviction that I've the better aim and F*ck their riddles, brush their teeth I'm on the edge of my chair I need to say my piece I need to wax the golden fleece over vodka and cheese Here we are again, deep in philosophy Knee-deep in who we ought to be, drinking dark black tea They say that we'll make Poland grow But to subjugate is their one desire And all the facts I already know They're just to light the conversation's fire and F*ck their riddles brush their teeth All the intellects are on my street But they seek less to edify than to beguile There's no meaning underneath You know you're in a state of classical denial Their modern language is too tight It wholly lacks the nuance of a classic work And even if they could get it right It still wouldn't bring me down to earth and F*ck their riddles, brush their teeth Brush their teeth Brush their teeth Brush their teeth