If you'd have told me a year ago
That I'd be locked inside of my home
(Ah, ah, ah)
I would have told you a year ago
Interesting, now leave me alone
Sorry that I look like a mess
(Ah, ah, ah)
I booked a haircut but it got rescheduled
Robert's been a little depressed, no
And so today I'm gonna try just
Getting up, sitting down
Going back to work
Might not help, but still, it couldn't hurt
I'm sitting down, writing jokes
Singing silly songs
I'm sorry I was gone
But look
I made you some content
Daddy made you your favorite
Open wide
Here comes the content
It's a beautiful day
To stay inside
Bo Burnham - Inside (The Songs) Album Lyrics
Bo Burnham - Inside (The Songs) Lyrics
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Comedy
The world is changing
The planet's heating up
What the f*ck is going on?
Rearranging
It's like everything happened all at once
Um, what the f*ck is going on?
The people rising in the streets, the war, the drought
The more I look the more I see nothing to joke about
Is comedy over?
Should I leave you alone?
'Cause, really who's gonna go for joking at a time like this?
Should I be joking at a time like this?
I wanna help to leave this world better than I found it
And I fear that comedy won't help
And the fear is not unfounded
Should I stop trying to be funny?
Should I give away my money? No!
What do I do?
Healing the world with comedy
The indescribable power of your comedy
The world needs direction
From a white guy like me?
Bingo
Who is healing the world with comedy?
That's it!
The world is so f*cked up
Systematic oppression
Income inequality
The other stuff
And there's only one thing I can do about it...
While... while being paid... and being the center of attention
Healing the world with comedy
Making a literal difference, metaphorically
A Jew walks into a bar
And I've saved him a seat
That's healing the world with comedy
I'm a special kind of white guy
I self-reflected and I want to be an agent of change
So I am going to use my privilege for the good
(Very cool, way to go!)
American white guys
We've had the floor for at least 400 years
So maybe I should just shut the f*ck up
I'm bored
I don't wanna do that
There's got to be another way
For me to help out without standing on the sidelines
Never!
The wait is over!
I'm white, and I'm here to save the day!
Lord help me channel Sandra Bullock in The Blind Side
Sandra Bullock!
Healing the world with comedy
Making a literal difference, metaphorically
And yes, most likely they'll pay me
But I'd do it for free
I am healing the world with:
Comedy
If you wake up in a house that's full of smoke
Don't panic, call me and I'll tell you a joke
If you see white men dressed in white cloaks
Don't panic, call me and I'll tell you a joke
Oh shit, should I be joking in a time like this?
If you start to smell burning toast
You're having a stroke or overcooking your toast
If you wake up in a house that's full of smoke
Don't panic, call me and I'll tell you a joke
If you see white men dressed in white cloaks
Don't panic, call me and I'll tell you a joke
Oh shit, should I be joking in a time like this?
Somebody help me out, cause I don't know
And I want to help to leave this world better than I found it
And I fear that comedy won't help
And the fear is not unfounded
Should I stop trying to be funny?
Should I give away my money? No!
I know what I gotta do
Healing the world with comedy
Making a literal difference, metaphorically
I swore I'd never be back
But now I'm back on my feet
And I'm healing the world with comedy
The planet's heating up
What the f*ck is going on?
Rearranging
It's like everything happened all at once
Um, what the f*ck is going on?
The people rising in the streets, the war, the drought
The more I look the more I see nothing to joke about
Is comedy over?
Should I leave you alone?
'Cause, really who's gonna go for joking at a time like this?
Should I be joking at a time like this?
I wanna help to leave this world better than I found it
And I fear that comedy won't help
And the fear is not unfounded
Should I stop trying to be funny?
Should I give away my money? No!
What do I do?
Healing the world with comedy
The indescribable power of your comedy
The world needs direction
From a white guy like me?
Bingo
Who is healing the world with comedy?
That's it!
The world is so f*cked up
Systematic oppression
Income inequality
The other stuff
And there's only one thing I can do about it...
While... while being paid... and being the center of attention
Healing the world with comedy
Making a literal difference, metaphorically
A Jew walks into a bar
And I've saved him a seat
That's healing the world with comedy
I'm a special kind of white guy
I self-reflected and I want to be an agent of change
So I am going to use my privilege for the good
(Very cool, way to go!)
American white guys
We've had the floor for at least 400 years
So maybe I should just shut the f*ck up
I'm bored
I don't wanna do that
There's got to be another way
For me to help out without standing on the sidelines
Never!
The wait is over!
I'm white, and I'm here to save the day!
Lord help me channel Sandra Bullock in The Blind Side
Sandra Bullock!
Healing the world with comedy
Making a literal difference, metaphorically
And yes, most likely they'll pay me
But I'd do it for free
I am healing the world with:
Comedy
If you wake up in a house that's full of smoke
Don't panic, call me and I'll tell you a joke
If you see white men dressed in white cloaks
Don't panic, call me and I'll tell you a joke
Oh shit, should I be joking in a time like this?
If you start to smell burning toast
You're having a stroke or overcooking your toast
If you wake up in a house that's full of smoke
Don't panic, call me and I'll tell you a joke
If you see white men dressed in white cloaks
Don't panic, call me and I'll tell you a joke
Oh shit, should I be joking in a time like this?
Somebody help me out, cause I don't know
And I want to help to leave this world better than I found it
And I fear that comedy won't help
And the fear is not unfounded
Should I stop trying to be funny?
Should I give away my money? No!
I know what I gotta do
Healing the world with comedy
Making a literal difference, metaphorically
I swore I'd never be back
But now I'm back on my feet
And I'm healing the world with comedy
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
FaceTime With My Mom Tonight
Pour me a drink and clear my schedule
I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
These 40 minutes are essential
I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
I call, she answers and her hair is wet
I say, "Did you just shower?"
She says, "How'd you guess?"
I say, "Your hair is wet"
She says, "Oh yeah"
I tell my boys I need some space, yeah
I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
She'll hold her iPhone 5 no further than 6 inches from her face
Yeah, I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
She says, "Oh, look who's here. Say hi to dad!"
He says, "How ya doing, bud?"
I say, "I'm not so bad"
And that's the deepest talk we've ever had
Watching as she looks for her glasses
I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
She'll tell me all about the season six finale of The Blacklist
I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
My mother's covering her camera with her thumb
I'll waste my time FaceTiming with my mom
My mother's covering her camera with her thumb
I'll waste my time FaceTiming with my mom
My mother's covering her camera with her thumb
I'll waste my time FaceTiming with my mom
My mother's covering her camera with her thumb
I'll waste my time FaceTiming with my mom
I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
These 40 minutes are essential
I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
I call, she answers and her hair is wet
I say, "Did you just shower?"
She says, "How'd you guess?"
I say, "Your hair is wet"
She says, "Oh yeah"
I tell my boys I need some space, yeah
I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
She'll hold her iPhone 5 no further than 6 inches from her face
Yeah, I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
She says, "Oh, look who's here. Say hi to dad!"
He says, "How ya doing, bud?"
I say, "I'm not so bad"
And that's the deepest talk we've ever had
Watching as she looks for her glasses
I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
She'll tell me all about the season six finale of The Blacklist
I'ma FaceTime with my mom tonight
My mother's covering her camera with her thumb
I'll waste my time FaceTiming with my mom
My mother's covering her camera with her thumb
I'll waste my time FaceTiming with my mom
My mother's covering her camera with her thumb
I'll waste my time FaceTiming with my mom
My mother's covering her camera with her thumb
I'll waste my time FaceTiming with my mom
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
How The World Works
Hey, kids
Today, we're gonna learn about the world
The world that's around us
Is pretty amazing
But how does it work?
It must be complicated
The secret is the world can only work
When everything works together
A bee drinks from a flower
And leaves with its pollen
A squirrel in a tree
Spreads the seeds that have fallen
Everything works together
The biggest elephant, the littlest fly
The gophers underground, the birds in the sky
And every single cricket, every fish in the sea
Gives what they can and gets what they need
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
From A to Zebra
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko
Hey!
Where you been, Socko?
I've been where I always am when you're not wearing me on your hand
In a frightening, liminal space between states of being
Not quite dead, not quite alive
It's similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis
Socko, we were just talking about the world and how it works
Boy, that sounds complicated!
Do you have anything you'd want to teach us about the world?
I wouldn't say anything that you probably haven't already said yourself
I don't know about that, Socko
How about you give it a try?
Alright!
The simple narrative taught in every history class
Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist
Don't you know the world is built with blood?
And genocide and exploitation
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property's inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works
Really?
That is how the world works (that is how the world works)
Genocide, the Natives say you got to it first
That's how (that's how) it works
That's pretty intense
No shit
What can I do to help?
Read a book or something, I don't know
Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you
It's incredibly exhausting
I'm sorry, Socko
I was just trying to become a better person
Why do you rich f*cking white people insist on seeing every socio-political conflict through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?
This isn't about you
So either get with it, or get out of the f*cking way
Watch your mouth, buddy
Remember who's on whose hand here
But that's what I
Have you not been f*cking listening?
We are entrenched in
Alright, alright
Wait, no please!
I don't wanna go back, please
I can't go, I can't go back
Please, please, I'm sorry
Are you gonna behave yourself?
Yes
Yes, what?
Yes, sir
Look at me
Yes, sir
That's better
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
I hope you learned your lesson
I did and it hurt
That's how it works
No!
Today, we're gonna learn about the world
The world that's around us
Is pretty amazing
But how does it work?
It must be complicated
The secret is the world can only work
When everything works together
A bee drinks from a flower
And leaves with its pollen
A squirrel in a tree
Spreads the seeds that have fallen
Everything works together
The biggest elephant, the littlest fly
The gophers underground, the birds in the sky
And every single cricket, every fish in the sea
Gives what they can and gets what they need
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
From A to Zebra
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko
Hey!
Where you been, Socko?
I've been where I always am when you're not wearing me on your hand
In a frightening, liminal space between states of being
Not quite dead, not quite alive
It's similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis
Socko, we were just talking about the world and how it works
Boy, that sounds complicated!
Do you have anything you'd want to teach us about the world?
I wouldn't say anything that you probably haven't already said yourself
I don't know about that, Socko
How about you give it a try?
Alright!
The simple narrative taught in every history class
Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist
Don't you know the world is built with blood?
And genocide and exploitation
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property's inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works
Really?
That is how the world works (that is how the world works)
Genocide, the Natives say you got to it first
That's how (that's how) it works
That's pretty intense
No shit
What can I do to help?
Read a book or something, I don't know
Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you
It's incredibly exhausting
I'm sorry, Socko
I was just trying to become a better person
Why do you rich f*cking white people insist on seeing every socio-political conflict through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?
This isn't about you
So either get with it, or get out of the f*cking way
Watch your mouth, buddy
Remember who's on whose hand here
But that's what I
Have you not been f*cking listening?
We are entrenched in
Alright, alright
Wait, no please!
I don't wanna go back, please
I can't go, I can't go back
Please, please, I'm sorry
Are you gonna behave yourself?
Yes
Yes, what?
Yes, sir
Look at me
Yes, sir
That's better
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
I hope you learned your lesson
I did and it hurt
That's how it works
No!
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
White Womans Instagram
Hey, kids
Today, we're gonna learn about the world
The world that's around us
Is pretty amazing
But how does it work?
It must be complicated
The secret is the world can only work
When everything works together
A bee drinks from a flower
And leaves with its pollen
A squirrel in a tree
Spreads the seeds that have fallen
Everything works together
The biggest elephant, the littlest fly
The gophers underground, the birds in the sky
And every single cricket, every fish in the sea
Gives what they can and gets what they need
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
From A to Zebra
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko
Hey!
Where you been, Socko?
I've been where I always am when you're not wearing me on your hand
In a frightening, liminal space between states of being
Not quite dead, not quite alive
It's similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis
Socko, we were just talking about the world and how it works
Boy, that sounds complicated!
Do you have anything you'd want to teach us about the world?
I wouldn't say anything that you probably haven't already said yourself
I don't know about that, Socko
How about you give it a try?
Alright!
The simple narrative taught in every history class
Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist
Don't you know the world is built with blood?
And genocide and exploitation
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property's inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works
Really?
That is how the world works (that is how the world works)
Genocide, the Natives say you got to it first
That's how (that's how) it works
That's pretty intense
No shit
What can I do to help?
Read a book or something, I don't know
Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you
It's incredibly exhausting
I'm sorry, Socko
I was just trying to become a better person
Why do you rich f*cking white people insist on seeing every socio-political conflict through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?
This isn't about you
So either get with it, or get out of the f*cking way
Watch your mouth, buddy
Remember who's on whose hand here
But that's what I
Have you not been f*cking listening?
We are entrenched in
Alright, alright
Wait, no please!
I don't wanna go back, please
I can't go, I can't go back
Please, please, I'm sorry
Are you gonna behave yourself?
Yes
Yes, what?
Yes, sir
Look at me
Yes, sir
That's better
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
I hope you learned your lesson
I did and it hurt
That's how it works
No!
Today, we're gonna learn about the world
The world that's around us
Is pretty amazing
But how does it work?
It must be complicated
The secret is the world can only work
When everything works together
A bee drinks from a flower
And leaves with its pollen
A squirrel in a tree
Spreads the seeds that have fallen
Everything works together
The biggest elephant, the littlest fly
The gophers underground, the birds in the sky
And every single cricket, every fish in the sea
Gives what they can and gets what they need
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
From A to Zebra
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko
Hey!
Where you been, Socko?
I've been where I always am when you're not wearing me on your hand
In a frightening, liminal space between states of being
Not quite dead, not quite alive
It's similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis
Socko, we were just talking about the world and how it works
Boy, that sounds complicated!
Do you have anything you'd want to teach us about the world?
I wouldn't say anything that you probably haven't already said yourself
I don't know about that, Socko
How about you give it a try?
Alright!
The simple narrative taught in every history class
Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist
Don't you know the world is built with blood?
And genocide and exploitation
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property's inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works
Really?
That is how the world works (that is how the world works)
Genocide, the Natives say you got to it first
That's how (that's how) it works
That's pretty intense
No shit
What can I do to help?
Read a book or something, I don't know
Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you
It's incredibly exhausting
I'm sorry, Socko
I was just trying to become a better person
Why do you rich f*cking white people insist on seeing every socio-political conflict through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?
This isn't about you
So either get with it, or get out of the f*cking way
Watch your mouth, buddy
Remember who's on whose hand here
But that's what I
Have you not been f*cking listening?
We are entrenched in
Alright, alright
Wait, no please!
I don't wanna go back, please
I can't go, I can't go back
Please, please, I'm sorry
Are you gonna behave yourself?
Yes
Yes, what?
Yes, sir
Look at me
Yes, sir
That's better
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
I hope you learned your lesson
I did and it hurt
That's how it works
No!
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Unpaid Intern
Who needs a coffee? Cause I'm doing a run
I'm writing down the orders now for everyone
The coffee is free, just like me
I'm an unpaid intern
Sorting papers, runnin' around (Runnin' around)
Sitting in the meeting room, not making a sound (Not a sound)
Barely people, somehow legal
Unpaid intern
You work all day, go back to your dorm
And since you can't afford a mortgage, you just torrent a porn
Cause you're an intern (Unpaid)
Wa-da-da-wap-wa-da
I'm writing down the orders now for everyone
The coffee is free, just like me
I'm an unpaid intern
Sorting papers, runnin' around (Runnin' around)
Sitting in the meeting room, not making a sound (Not a sound)
Barely people, somehow legal
Unpaid intern
You work all day, go back to your dorm
And since you can't afford a mortgage, you just torrent a porn
Cause you're an intern (Unpaid)
Wa-da-da-wap-wa-da
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Bezos I
CEO, entrepreneur
Born in 1964
Jeffrey
Jeffrey Bezos
CEO, entrepreneur
Born in 1964
Jeffrey
Jeffrey Bezos
Come on, Jeffrey, you can do it
Pave the way, put your back into it
Tell us why
Show us how
Look at where you came from
Look at you now
Zuckerberg and Gates and Buffet
Amateurs can f*cking suck it
F*ck their wives, drink their blood
Come on, Jeff, get 'em!
[*screams*]
Born in 1964
Jeffrey
Jeffrey Bezos
CEO, entrepreneur
Born in 1964
Jeffrey
Jeffrey Bezos
Come on, Jeffrey, you can do it
Pave the way, put your back into it
Tell us why
Show us how
Look at where you came from
Look at you now
Zuckerberg and Gates and Buffet
Amateurs can f*cking suck it
F*ck their wives, drink their blood
Come on, Jeff, get 'em!
[*screams*]
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Sexting
Sexting
It isn't sex it's the next best thing
Sexting
Aye, aye
AT&T
I am in bed I am ready to go with you
Tonight I'm thinking of taking it slow
We'll use emojis only
We don't need phonetical diction
We'll talk dirty like we're ancient Egyptians
You send me a peach
I send a carrot back
You send a Ferris wheel
That's pretty abstract
I send back a ticket stub
Implying that the Ferris wheel's your body
And I'd really love admission to it
Oh no!
What if now you think that I'm implying your vagina is as big as a Ferris wheel?
You send back a snowman
Crisis averted
(Thank god)
Sexting (Whoa)
It isn't sex it's the next best thing (Next best thing)
Sexting
Aye, aye
AT&T
No more emojis, now it's on to words
I ask what you're wearing. You reply, "A shirt"
You say, "Are you naked?"
I say, "Yeah, except for a top hat"
You say, "lmao" but I doubt that
I'm getting hot at just the thought of what I'd do to you
Cause in my head I'm in your bed and getting through to you
They made the internet for nights like these
I love you, baby
Send a picture of your tits, please
Sexting (Whoa)
It isn't sex is the next best thing (Next best thing)
Sexting
Aye, aye (We are Sexting)
AT&T
You send the pic and say it's now my turn
Jesus f*cking Christ I guess I never learn
My phone's flash is my only light and
The flash makes my dick look frightened
I chicken out and send a picture of my face instead
Because my dick looks like the baby from eraserhead
You say, "I sent my titties that's not fair"
So I send it to you and then my phone dies
Another night on my own, yeah
Stuck in my home, yeah
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah
Another night on my own, yeah
Stuck in my home, yeah
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah
Another night on my own, yeah
Stuck in my home, yeah
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah (Pussy)
Another night on my own, yeah (Titties)
Stuck in my home, yeah (Balls)
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah
It isn't sex it's the next best thing
Sexting
Aye, aye
AT&T
I am in bed I am ready to go with you
Tonight I'm thinking of taking it slow
We'll use emojis only
We don't need phonetical diction
We'll talk dirty like we're ancient Egyptians
You send me a peach
I send a carrot back
You send a Ferris wheel
That's pretty abstract
I send back a ticket stub
Implying that the Ferris wheel's your body
And I'd really love admission to it
Oh no!
What if now you think that I'm implying your vagina is as big as a Ferris wheel?
You send back a snowman
Crisis averted
(Thank god)
Sexting (Whoa)
It isn't sex it's the next best thing (Next best thing)
Sexting
Aye, aye
AT&T
No more emojis, now it's on to words
I ask what you're wearing. You reply, "A shirt"
You say, "Are you naked?"
I say, "Yeah, except for a top hat"
You say, "lmao" but I doubt that
I'm getting hot at just the thought of what I'd do to you
Cause in my head I'm in your bed and getting through to you
They made the internet for nights like these
I love you, baby
Send a picture of your tits, please
Sexting (Whoa)
It isn't sex is the next best thing (Next best thing)
Sexting
Aye, aye (We are Sexting)
AT&T
You send the pic and say it's now my turn
Jesus f*cking Christ I guess I never learn
My phone's flash is my only light and
The flash makes my dick look frightened
I chicken out and send a picture of my face instead
Because my dick looks like the baby from eraserhead
You say, "I sent my titties that's not fair"
So I send it to you and then my phone dies
Another night on my own, yeah
Stuck in my home, yeah
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah
Another night on my own, yeah
Stuck in my home, yeah
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah
Another night on my own, yeah
Stuck in my home, yeah
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah (Pussy)
Another night on my own, yeah (Titties)
Stuck in my home, yeah (Balls)
Sitting alone
One hand on my dick and one hand on my phone, yeah
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Look Whos Inside Again
Hey, kids
Today, we're gonna learn about the world
The world that's around us
Is pretty amazing
But how does it work?
It must be complicated
The secret is the world can only work
When everything works together
A bee drinks from a flower
And leaves with its pollen
A squirrel in a tree
Spreads the seeds that have fallen
Everything works together
The biggest elephant, the littlest fly
The gophers underground, the birds in the sky
And every single cricket, every fish in the sea
Gives what they can and gets what they need
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
From A to Zebra
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko
Hey!
Where you been, Socko?
I've been where I always am when you're not wearing me on your hand
In a frightening, liminal space between states of being
Not quite dead, not quite alive
It's similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis
Socko, we were just talking about the world and how it works
Boy, that sounds complicated!
Do you have anything you'd want to teach us about the world?
I wouldn't say anything that you probably haven't already said yourself
I don't know about that, Socko
How about you give it a try?
Alright!
The simple narrative taught in every history class
Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist
Don't you know the world is built with blood?
And genocide and exploitation
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property's inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works
Really?
That is how the world works (that is how the world works)
Genocide, the Natives say you got to it first
That's how (that's how) it works
That's pretty intense
No shit
What can I do to help?
Read a book or something, I don't know
Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you
It's incredibly exhausting
I'm sorry, Socko
I was just trying to become a better person
Why do you rich f*cking white people insist on seeing every socio-political conflict through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?
This isn't about you
So either get with it, or get out of the f*cking way
Watch your mouth, buddy
Remember who's on whose hand here
But that's what I
Have you not been f*cking listening?
We are entrenched in
Alright, alright
Wait, no please!
I don't wanna go back, please
I can't go, I can't go back
Please, please, I'm sorry
Are you gonna behave yourself?
Yes
Yes, what?
Yes, sir
Look at me
Yes, sir
That's better
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
I hope you learned your lesson
I did and it hurt
That's how it works
No!
Today, we're gonna learn about the world
The world that's around us
Is pretty amazing
But how does it work?
It must be complicated
The secret is the world can only work
When everything works together
A bee drinks from a flower
And leaves with its pollen
A squirrel in a tree
Spreads the seeds that have fallen
Everything works together
The biggest elephant, the littlest fly
The gophers underground, the birds in the sky
And every single cricket, every fish in the sea
Gives what they can and gets what they need
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
From A to Zebra
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko
Hey!
Where you been, Socko?
I've been where I always am when you're not wearing me on your hand
In a frightening, liminal space between states of being
Not quite dead, not quite alive
It's similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis
Socko, we were just talking about the world and how it works
Boy, that sounds complicated!
Do you have anything you'd want to teach us about the world?
I wouldn't say anything that you probably haven't already said yourself
I don't know about that, Socko
How about you give it a try?
Alright!
The simple narrative taught in every history class
Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist
Don't you know the world is built with blood?
And genocide and exploitation
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property's inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works
Really?
That is how the world works (that is how the world works)
Genocide, the Natives say you got to it first
That's how (that's how) it works
That's pretty intense
No shit
What can I do to help?
Read a book or something, I don't know
Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you
It's incredibly exhausting
I'm sorry, Socko
I was just trying to become a better person
Why do you rich f*cking white people insist on seeing every socio-political conflict through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?
This isn't about you
So either get with it, or get out of the f*cking way
Watch your mouth, buddy
Remember who's on whose hand here
But that's what I
Have you not been f*cking listening?
We are entrenched in
Alright, alright
Wait, no please!
I don't wanna go back, please
I can't go, I can't go back
Please, please, I'm sorry
Are you gonna behave yourself?
Yes
Yes, what?
Yes, sir
Look at me
Yes, sir
That's better
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
I hope you learned your lesson
I did and it hurt
That's how it works
No!
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Problematic
I grew up as your usual suburbanite
A tiny town in Massachusetts
Overwhelmingly white ♪
I went to church on Sundays
In a suit and a tie
Then spent my free time
Watching Family Guy
I started doing comedy
When I was just a sheltered kid
I wrote offensive shit
And I said it
Father, please forgive me
For I did not realize what I did
Or that I'd live to regret it
Times are changing
And I'm getting old
Are you gonna hold me accountable?
My bed is empty, and I'm getting cold
Isn't anybody gonna
Hold me accountable?
[*moans*]
I'm problematic
He's a problem
When I was 17, on Halloween
I dressed up as Aladdin
He's a problem
I did not darken my skin
But still it feels weird in hindsight
I want to show you
How I'm growing as a person, but first
I feel I must address the lyrics
From the previous verse
I tried to hide behind my childhood
And that's not okay
My actions are my own
I won't explain them away
I've done a lot of self-reflecting
Since I started singing this song
I was totally wrong when I said it
Father, please forgive me
For I did not realize what I did
Or that I'd live to regret it
Times are changing
And I'm getting old
Are you gonna hold me accountable?
My bed is empty, and I'm getting cold
Isn't anybody gonna
Hold me accountable?
[*moan echoing*]
I'm problematic
He's a problem
I just remembered that Aladdin costume's
In my mother's attic
He's a problem
I'm gonna go home and burn it...
Or not burn it. Is burning it bad?
What should I do with it?
And I've been totally awful
My closet is chock-full of stuff
That is vaguely shitty
All of it was perfectly lawful
Just not very thoughtful at all
And just really shitty
And I've been totally awful
My closet is chock-full of stuff
That is vaguely shitty
All of it was perfectly lawful
Just not very thoughtful at all
And just really
And I'm really f*cking sorry
Bitch, I'm trying to listen
Shit, I've been complacent
Sorry
If I'm gonna catch up
First, I gotta fess up
Sorry
Sorry
A tiny town in Massachusetts
Overwhelmingly white ♪
I went to church on Sundays
In a suit and a tie
Then spent my free time
Watching Family Guy
I started doing comedy
When I was just a sheltered kid
I wrote offensive shit
And I said it
Father, please forgive me
For I did not realize what I did
Or that I'd live to regret it
Times are changing
And I'm getting old
Are you gonna hold me accountable?
My bed is empty, and I'm getting cold
Isn't anybody gonna
Hold me accountable?
[*moans*]
I'm problematic
He's a problem
When I was 17, on Halloween
I dressed up as Aladdin
He's a problem
I did not darken my skin
But still it feels weird in hindsight
I want to show you
How I'm growing as a person, but first
I feel I must address the lyrics
From the previous verse
I tried to hide behind my childhood
And that's not okay
My actions are my own
I won't explain them away
I've done a lot of self-reflecting
Since I started singing this song
I was totally wrong when I said it
Father, please forgive me
For I did not realize what I did
Or that I'd live to regret it
Times are changing
And I'm getting old
Are you gonna hold me accountable?
My bed is empty, and I'm getting cold
Isn't anybody gonna
Hold me accountable?
[*moan echoing*]
I'm problematic
He's a problem
I just remembered that Aladdin costume's
In my mother's attic
He's a problem
I'm gonna go home and burn it...
Or not burn it. Is burning it bad?
What should I do with it?
And I've been totally awful
My closet is chock-full of stuff
That is vaguely shitty
All of it was perfectly lawful
Just not very thoughtful at all
And just really shitty
And I've been totally awful
My closet is chock-full of stuff
That is vaguely shitty
All of it was perfectly lawful
Just not very thoughtful at all
And just really
And I'm really f*cking sorry
Bitch, I'm trying to listen
Shit, I've been complacent
Sorry
If I'm gonna catch up
First, I gotta fess up
Sorry
Sorry
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
30
I used to run for miles, I used to ride my bike
I used to wake up with a smile
And go to bed at night with a dream, ahh!
But now I'm turning thirty
No!
I used to be the young one, got used to meeting people
Who weren't used to meeting someone who was born in 1990
No way! (Yeah, I was born in 1990)
Now I'm turning thirty
God, God damn it!
I'm (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
Turning (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
Thirty (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
I'm turning thirty (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
When he was twenty-seven, my granddad fought in Vietnam
When I was twenty-seven, I built a birdhouse with my mom
Oh, f*ck, how am I thirty?
I used to make fun of the boomers; in retrospect, a bit too much
Now all these f*cking zoomers are telling me that I'm out of touch
Oh yeah? Well, your f*cking phones are poisoning your minds. Okay? So when you develop a dissociative mental disorder in your late twenties, don't come crawling back to m...
I'm (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
Turning (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
Thirty (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
I'm turning thirty (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
And now my stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
And now my stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
Stupid, f*cking ugly, boring children
It's 2020, and I'm thirty, I'll do another ten
2030, I'll be forty and kill myself then
I used to wake up with a smile
And go to bed at night with a dream, ahh!
But now I'm turning thirty
No!
I used to be the young one, got used to meeting people
Who weren't used to meeting someone who was born in 1990
No way! (Yeah, I was born in 1990)
Now I'm turning thirty
God, God damn it!
I'm (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
Turning (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
Thirty (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
I'm turning thirty (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
When he was twenty-seven, my granddad fought in Vietnam
When I was twenty-seven, I built a birdhouse with my mom
Oh, f*ck, how am I thirty?
I used to make fun of the boomers; in retrospect, a bit too much
Now all these f*cking zoomers are telling me that I'm out of touch
Oh yeah? Well, your f*cking phones are poisoning your minds. Okay? So when you develop a dissociative mental disorder in your late twenties, don't come crawling back to m...
I'm (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
Turning (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
Thirty (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
I'm turning thirty (Turning thirty, turning thirty)
And now my stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
And now my stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
Stupid, f*cking ugly, boring children
It's 2020, and I'm thirty, I'll do another ten
2030, I'll be forty and kill myself then
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Dont Wanna Know
How are you feeling?
Do you like the show?
Are you tired of it?
Never mind, I don't wanna know
Are you finding it boring?
Too fast? Too slow?
I'm asking, but don't answer
'Cause I don't wanna know
Do I have your attention?
Yes, or no?
I bet I'd guess the answer
But I don't wanna know
Am I on in the background?
Are you on your phone?
I'd ask you what you're watching
But I don't wanna know
Is there anyone out there?
Or am I all alone?
It wouldn't make a difference
Still, I don't wanna know
I thought it'd be over by now
But I got a while to go
I'd give away the ending
But you don't wanna kn...
Do you like the show?
Are you tired of it?
Never mind, I don't wanna know
Are you finding it boring?
Too fast? Too slow?
I'm asking, but don't answer
'Cause I don't wanna know
Do I have your attention?
Yes, or no?
I bet I'd guess the answer
But I don't wanna know
Am I on in the background?
Are you on your phone?
I'd ask you what you're watching
But I don't wanna know
Is there anyone out there?
Or am I all alone?
It wouldn't make a difference
Still, I don't wanna know
I thought it'd be over by now
But I got a while to go
I'd give away the ending
But you don't wanna kn...
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Shit
How we feelin' out there tonight?
Hahaha, yeah
I am not feeling good
Wake up at 11:30, feelin' like a bag of shit (Oh no!)
All my clothes are dirty, so I'm smelling like a bag of shit
Go to pour my coffee, and I miss my cup
OMG, that is just my luck
Look in the mirror, say, "What's up, you useless f*ck?"
Are you feeling what I'm feeling?
I haven't had a shower in the last nine days (Ah)
Staring at the ceiling and waiting for this feeling to go away
But it won't go away
I'm not really feeling like I wanna get lit
(Tell us how you're feelin') Well, I feel like shit (Oh, shit)
Feeling like a saggy, massive sack of shit (Oh, shit)
Big ol' motherf*cking duffel bag of shit (Oh, shit)
All day, all shit
I'm not really feeling like I wanna get lit
(Tell us how you're feelin') I'm feeling like shit
Ladies (Yeah?) Do you feel like shit?
Tell me, do you feel like shit? (Oh, yeah)
Fellas (Huh?) Are you feeling like shit?
Tell me, are you feeling like shit? (Oh, yeah)
Ladies (Yeah?) Do you feel like shit?
Tell me, do you feel like shit? (Oh, yeah)
Fellas (Huh?) Are you feeling like shit?
Tell me, are you feelin' like shit? (Oh, yeah)
Hahaha, yeah
I am not feeling good
Wake up at 11:30, feelin' like a bag of shit (Oh no!)
All my clothes are dirty, so I'm smelling like a bag of shit
Go to pour my coffee, and I miss my cup
OMG, that is just my luck
Look in the mirror, say, "What's up, you useless f*ck?"
Are you feeling what I'm feeling?
I haven't had a shower in the last nine days (Ah)
Staring at the ceiling and waiting for this feeling to go away
But it won't go away
I'm not really feeling like I wanna get lit
(Tell us how you're feelin') Well, I feel like shit (Oh, shit)
Feeling like a saggy, massive sack of shit (Oh, shit)
Big ol' motherf*cking duffel bag of shit (Oh, shit)
All day, all shit
I'm not really feeling like I wanna get lit
(Tell us how you're feelin') I'm feeling like shit
Ladies (Yeah?) Do you feel like shit?
Tell me, do you feel like shit? (Oh, yeah)
Fellas (Huh?) Are you feeling like shit?
Tell me, are you feeling like shit? (Oh, yeah)
Ladies (Yeah?) Do you feel like shit?
Tell me, do you feel like shit? (Oh, yeah)
Fellas (Huh?) Are you feeling like shit?
Tell me, are you feelin' like shit? (Oh, yeah)
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
All Time Low
So, um
Uh, my, uh, my current mental health is, is rapidly approaching, um, an ATL
Which is, um, that's an all-time low
Not, not Atlanta, and
You know, I feel okay when I'm asleep
Like, when I'm asleep I feel alright
But it's basically from the moment I wake up
I, uh, I just get this
Feeling in my body, way down deep inside me
I try not to fight it (describe it) alright
A few things start to happen, my vision starts to flatten
My heart, it gets to tappin', and I think I'm gonna die
Yeah, so, um, yeah, not, not doing great
Uh, my, uh, my current mental health is, is rapidly approaching, um, an ATL
Which is, um, that's an all-time low
Not, not Atlanta, and
You know, I feel okay when I'm asleep
Like, when I'm asleep I feel alright
But it's basically from the moment I wake up
I, uh, I just get this
Feeling in my body, way down deep inside me
I try not to fight it (describe it) alright
A few things start to happen, my vision starts to flatten
My heart, it gets to tappin', and I think I'm gonna die
Yeah, so, um, yeah, not, not doing great
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Welcome to the Internet
Hey, kids
Today, we're gonna learn about the world
The world that's around us
Is pretty amazing
But how does it work?
It must be complicated
The secret is the world can only work
When everything works together
A bee drinks from a flower
And leaves with its pollen
A squirrel in a tree
Spreads the seeds that have fallen
Everything works together
The biggest elephant, the littlest fly
The gophers underground, the birds in the sky
And every single cricket, every fish in the sea
Gives what they can and gets what they need
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
From A to Zebra
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko
Hey!
Where you been, Socko?
I've been where I always am when you're not wearing me on your hand
In a frightening, liminal space between states of being
Not quite dead, not quite alive
It's similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis
Socko, we were just talking about the world and how it works
Boy, that sounds complicated!
Do you have anything you'd want to teach us about the world?
I wouldn't say anything that you probably haven't already said yourself
I don't know about that, Socko
How about you give it a try?
Alright!
The simple narrative taught in every history class
Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist
Don't you know the world is built with blood?
And genocide and exploitation
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property's inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works
Really?
That is how the world works (that is how the world works)
Genocide, the Natives say you got to it first
That's how (that's how) it works
That's pretty intense
No shit
What can I do to help?
Read a book or something, I don't know
Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you
It's incredibly exhausting
I'm sorry, Socko
I was just trying to become a better person
Why do you rich f*cking white people insist on seeing every socio-political conflict through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?
This isn't about you
So either get with it, or get out of the f*cking way
Watch your mouth, buddy
Remember who's on whose hand here
But that's what I
Have you not been f*cking listening?
We are entrenched in
Alright, alright
Wait, no please!
I don't wanna go back, please
I can't go, I can't go back
Please, please, I'm sorry
Are you gonna behave yourself?
Yes
Yes, what?
Yes, sir
Look at me
Yes, sir
That's better
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
I hope you learned your lesson
I did and it hurt
That's how it works
No!
Today, we're gonna learn about the world
The world that's around us
Is pretty amazing
But how does it work?
It must be complicated
The secret is the world can only work
When everything works together
A bee drinks from a flower
And leaves with its pollen
A squirrel in a tree
Spreads the seeds that have fallen
Everything works together
The biggest elephant, the littlest fly
The gophers underground, the birds in the sky
And every single cricket, every fish in the sea
Gives what they can and gets what they need
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
From A to Zebra
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko
Hey!
Where you been, Socko?
I've been where I always am when you're not wearing me on your hand
In a frightening, liminal space between states of being
Not quite dead, not quite alive
It's similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis
Socko, we were just talking about the world and how it works
Boy, that sounds complicated!
Do you have anything you'd want to teach us about the world?
I wouldn't say anything that you probably haven't already said yourself
I don't know about that, Socko
How about you give it a try?
Alright!
The simple narrative taught in every history class
Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist
Don't you know the world is built with blood?
And genocide and exploitation
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property's inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works
Really?
That is how the world works (that is how the world works)
Genocide, the Natives say you got to it first
That's how (that's how) it works
That's pretty intense
No shit
What can I do to help?
Read a book or something, I don't know
Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you
It's incredibly exhausting
I'm sorry, Socko
I was just trying to become a better person
Why do you rich f*cking white people insist on seeing every socio-political conflict through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?
This isn't about you
So either get with it, or get out of the f*cking way
Watch your mouth, buddy
Remember who's on whose hand here
But that's what I
Have you not been f*cking listening?
We are entrenched in
Alright, alright
Wait, no please!
I don't wanna go back, please
I can't go, I can't go back
Please, please, I'm sorry
Are you gonna behave yourself?
Yes
Yes, what?
Yes, sir
Look at me
Yes, sir
That's better
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
I hope you learned your lesson
I did and it hurt
That's how it works
No!
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Bezos II
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
Uh!
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
You did it!
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
Congratulations!
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
Uh!
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
You did it!
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
Jeffery Bezos
Congratulations!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
That Funny Feeling
Hey, kids
Today, we're gonna learn about the world
The world that's around us
Is pretty amazing
But how does it work?
It must be complicated
The secret is the world can only work
When everything works together
A bee drinks from a flower
And leaves with its pollen
A squirrel in a tree
Spreads the seeds that have fallen
Everything works together
The biggest elephant, the littlest fly
The gophers underground, the birds in the sky
And every single cricket, every fish in the sea
Gives what they can and gets what they need
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
From A to Zebra
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko
Hey!
Where you been, Socko?
I've been where I always am when you're not wearing me on your hand
In a frightening, liminal space between states of being
Not quite dead, not quite alive
It's similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis
Socko, we were just talking about the world and how it works
Boy, that sounds complicated!
Do you have anything you'd want to teach us about the world?
I wouldn't say anything that you probably haven't already said yourself
I don't know about that, Socko
How about you give it a try?
Alright!
The simple narrative taught in every history class
Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist
Don't you know the world is built with blood?
And genocide and exploitation
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property's inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works
Really?
That is how the world works (that is how the world works)
Genocide, the Natives say you got to it first
That's how (that's how) it works
That's pretty intense
No shit
What can I do to help?
Read a book or something, I don't know
Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you
It's incredibly exhausting
I'm sorry, Socko
I was just trying to become a better person
Why do you rich f*cking white people insist on seeing every socio-political conflict through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?
This isn't about you
So either get with it, or get out of the f*cking way
Watch your mouth, buddy
Remember who's on whose hand here
But that's what I
Have you not been f*cking listening?
We are entrenched in
Alright, alright
Wait, no please!
I don't wanna go back, please
I can't go, I can't go back
Please, please, I'm sorry
Are you gonna behave yourself?
Yes
Yes, what?
Yes, sir
Look at me
Yes, sir
That's better
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
I hope you learned your lesson
I did and it hurt
That's how it works
No!
Today, we're gonna learn about the world
The world that's around us
Is pretty amazing
But how does it work?
It must be complicated
The secret is the world can only work
When everything works together
A bee drinks from a flower
And leaves with its pollen
A squirrel in a tree
Spreads the seeds that have fallen
Everything works together
The biggest elephant, the littlest fly
The gophers underground, the birds in the sky
And every single cricket, every fish in the sea
Gives what they can and gets what they need
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
From A to Zebra
To the worms in the dirt
That's how it works
Hey everyone
Look who stopped by to say hello
It's Socko
Hey!
Where you been, Socko?
I've been where I always am when you're not wearing me on your hand
In a frightening, liminal space between states of being
Not quite dead, not quite alive
It's similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis
Socko, we were just talking about the world and how it works
Boy, that sounds complicated!
Do you have anything you'd want to teach us about the world?
I wouldn't say anything that you probably haven't already said yourself
I don't know about that, Socko
How about you give it a try?
Alright!
The simple narrative taught in every history class
Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist
Don't you know the world is built with blood?
And genocide and exploitation
The global network of capital essentially functions
To separate the worker from the means of production
And the FBI killed Martin Luther King
Private property's inherently theft
And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left
And every politician, every cop on the street
Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite
That is how the world works
Really?
That is how the world works (that is how the world works)
Genocide, the Natives say you got to it first
That's how (that's how) it works
That's pretty intense
No shit
What can I do to help?
Read a book or something, I don't know
Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you
It's incredibly exhausting
I'm sorry, Socko
I was just trying to become a better person
Why do you rich f*cking white people insist on seeing every socio-political conflict through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?
This isn't about you
So either get with it, or get out of the f*cking way
Watch your mouth, buddy
Remember who's on whose hand here
But that's what I
Have you not been f*cking listening?
We are entrenched in
Alright, alright
Wait, no please!
I don't wanna go back, please
I can't go, I can't go back
Please, please, I'm sorry
Are you gonna behave yourself?
Yes
Yes, what?
Yes, sir
Look at me
Yes, sir
That's better
That is how the world works
That is how the world works
I hope you learned your lesson
I did and it hurt
That's how it works
No!
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
All Eyes on Me
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seats
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seats
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun?
It's almost over, it's just begun
Don't overthink this, look in my eye
Don't be scared, don't be shy
Come on in, the water's fine
We're going to go where everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody, ooh
We're going to go where everybody knows
Everybody knows
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Ey, come on, get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah
Heads down, pray for me
Heads down, now, pray for me
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
You wanna hear a funny story? So, uh... Five years ago, I quit performing live comedy, because I was beginning to have severe panic attacks while on stage, which is not a good place to have them. So I quit. And I didn't perform for five years, and I spent that time trying to improve myself mentally. And you know what? I did! I got better! I got so much better, in fact, that in January of 2020, I thought, "You know what? I should start performing again. I've been hiding from the world, and I need to re-enter." And then, the funniest thing happened...
Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun?
It's almost over, it's just begun
Don't overthink this, look in my eye
Don't be scared, don't be shy
Come on in, the water's fine
You say the ocean's rising-like I give a shit
You say the whole world's ending-honey, it already did
You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried
Got it? Good, now get inside
We're going to go where everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
We're going to go where everybody knows
Everybody knows
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Come on get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seats
All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah
Hands down, pray for me
Heads down now, pray for me
I said, get your f*cking hands up
Get up! Get up!
I'm talking to you-get the f*ck up!
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Hey, c'mon, get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah
Come on, heads down, pray for me
Heads down now, pray for me
I said, get your f*cking hands up
Get... [*laughs*]
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Get on out of your seats
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seats
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun?
It's almost over, it's just begun
Don't overthink this, look in my eye
Don't be scared, don't be shy
Come on in, the water's fine
We're going to go where everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody, ooh
We're going to go where everybody knows
Everybody knows
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Ey, come on, get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah
Heads down, pray for me
Heads down, now, pray for me
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
You wanna hear a funny story? So, uh... Five years ago, I quit performing live comedy, because I was beginning to have severe panic attacks while on stage, which is not a good place to have them. So I quit. And I didn't perform for five years, and I spent that time trying to improve myself mentally. And you know what? I did! I got better! I got so much better, in fact, that in January of 2020, I thought, "You know what? I should start performing again. I've been hiding from the world, and I need to re-enter." And then, the funniest thing happened...
Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun?
It's almost over, it's just begun
Don't overthink this, look in my eye
Don't be scared, don't be shy
Come on in, the water's fine
You say the ocean's rising-like I give a shit
You say the whole world's ending-honey, it already did
You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried
Got it? Good, now get inside
We're going to go where everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
We're going to go where everybody knows
Everybody knows
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Come on get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seats
All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah
Hands down, pray for me
Heads down now, pray for me
I said, get your f*cking hands up
Get up! Get up!
I'm talking to you-get the f*ck up!
Get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Hey, c'mon, get your f*cking hands up
Get on out of your seat
All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah
Come on, heads down, pray for me
Heads down now, pray for me
I said, get your f*cking hands up
Get... [*laughs*]
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Goodbye
Um, possible, uh, ending song that is not finished yet
Test, take one
So long, goodbye
I'll see you when I see you
You can pick the street
I'll meet you on the other side
So long, goodbye
Do I really have to finish?
Do returns always diminish?
Did I say that right?
Does anybody want to joke
When no one's laughing in the background?
So this is how it ends
I promise to never go outside again
So long, bye!
I'm slowly losing power
Has it only been an hour?
No, that can't be right
So long, goodbye
Hey, here's a fun idea
How 'bout I sit on the couch
And I watch you next time?
I wanna hear you tell a joke
When no one's laughing in the background
So this is how it ends
I promise to never go outside again
Am I going crazy?
Would I even know?
Am I right back where I started fourteen years ago?
Wanna guess the ending? If it ever does
I swear to God that all I've ever wanted was
A little bit of everything, all of the time
A bit of everything, all of the time
Apathy's a tragedy, and boredom is a crime
I'm finished playing, and I'm staying inside
If I wake up in a house that's full of smoke
I'll panic, so call me up and tell me a joke
When I'm fully irrelevant and totally broken, damn it
Call me up and tell me a joke
Oh, shit, you're really joking at a time like this?
Well, well, look who's inside again
Went out to look for a reason to hide again
Well, well, buddy, you found it
Now come out with your hands up
We've got you surrounded
Test, take one
So long, goodbye
I'll see you when I see you
You can pick the street
I'll meet you on the other side
So long, goodbye
Do I really have to finish?
Do returns always diminish?
Did I say that right?
Does anybody want to joke
When no one's laughing in the background?
So this is how it ends
I promise to never go outside again
So long, bye!
I'm slowly losing power
Has it only been an hour?
No, that can't be right
So long, goodbye
Hey, here's a fun idea
How 'bout I sit on the couch
And I watch you next time?
I wanna hear you tell a joke
When no one's laughing in the background
So this is how it ends
I promise to never go outside again
Am I going crazy?
Would I even know?
Am I right back where I started fourteen years ago?
Wanna guess the ending? If it ever does
I swear to God that all I've ever wanted was
A little bit of everything, all of the time
A bit of everything, all of the time
Apathy's a tragedy, and boredom is a crime
I'm finished playing, and I'm staying inside
If I wake up in a house that's full of smoke
I'll panic, so call me up and tell me a joke
When I'm fully irrelevant and totally broken, damn it
Call me up and tell me a joke
Oh, shit, you're really joking at a time like this?
Well, well, look who's inside again
Went out to look for a reason to hide again
Well, well, buddy, you found it
Now come out with your hands up
We've got you surrounded
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Any Day Now
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
It'll stop any day now (any day now, any day now)
Writer: Bo Burnham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.