El-P: The League Of Extraordinary Nobodies

I just counted in my head how many people in this room I'm talking to that I would never give the time
Here we are, being vain and looking at ourselves in mirrors very closely nodding straight up in a line
All the funny little stories that are told are being fueled by what amounts to nothing more than minor crime
But I'm a whore, I'm exploring territory with a party and a pussy both a number and a dime

I've been thinkin' that the frozen glue I've chosen is a candidate to lead me to a very sudden end
Another room up in the tomb, an ugly substance, but the grave diggers are shoveling that dirt up in her head
The very fact is that I'm sitting here with zombies talking endlessly but couldn't tell you one thing that was said
I get surrounded by the friendliest of strangers who would sooner kill themselves than give a fuck if I were dead

I just realized the tragedy of this is that her hand is on my leg and she so clearly wants to fuck
I know I'm wide, and I would certainly oblige, I can't continue getting high and then confusing it for lust
I'm not an angel, but the baggie we unfolded and just split to give a lick is dripping out me colored rust
And you seem nice but I still hate you for the moment 'cause I'm too smart to be open, this is artificial trust

I've been noticing the fact that nothing glorious can happen anymore, we've run the gamut of our filth
But here I am again, pretending spontaneity exists with idiots all lifted out their little gills
Aren't you disturbed that everything you did tonight is something else you did already and its meaning is still nill
And all the people in your presence are just weapons, it's just simple as the theory that the dying love to kill

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody here is so alive

Oh, what a night
Oh, what a night
Oh, what a night
You would tell me if I was crazy, right?

I've been wondering how arrogant it is for me to keep doing the things that killed so many that we know (Know know know)
I've been noticing how quickly motherfuckers have the answers to existence just as soon as someone goes (Go go go)
We change the channel for a week or so of cleansing and reflecting on ourselves, but then it's back to that old show (Sh-sh-show)
I hear the cackles of the crowd, they're laughing at us, and we haven't even gotten to the part where it's a joke