Shit Scheisse Merde, Pt. 1 – Song and Lyrics by !!!

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Shit Scheisse Merde, Pt. 1′ by !!!. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of !!! or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Walking in the streets with a slight headache
Just wondering how I could have made what I make
I don’t want to be carried
I don’t want to be buried
I just want to be married to the very first thought

But I get so caught up thinking these thoughts that I thought up
And I know I’ve gotta, I’ve gotta find a way
I’ve got to find a way to get my mind off
Replay, replay, replay, replay, replay, replay, replay

See, I try my very best to be just like I am
But everybody wants me to be like Zimmerman
So I thought about giving in, and, but then I think again
I don’t care about what who said
I’m too busy listening to the voices in my head

Let the haters hate (hey, tell ’em)
Tell them to pull up a seat (hey, tell ’em)
I’ll serve their words on plates
Talking all that shit, tell them time to eat
Let them eat

Shit, scheisse, merde
Do any of you squares know where I can get a joint around here?
Shit, scheisse, merde
Do any of you ladies care for a game of truth or dare?
Shit, scheisse, merde
I ain’t fucking scared of no lions, tigers, or bears, oh
Shit, scheisse, merde
Catch me singing this in twenty years at some local county fair

If I had a dollar for every single yes
But you took away one for every no
I’d have about six dollars
Which incidentally is how much I got in my pocket right now
If I had a dollar for every single yes
But you took away one for every no
I’d have about six dollars which
Divided by seven, do your mathematic

Shit, scheisse, merde
All you fucking squares better say your fucking prayers
Shit, scheisse, merde
I ain’t fucking scared of no lion, tigers, or bears, oh
Shit, scheisse, merde
I’ve got one, what did George Bush say when he met Tony Blair?
Shit, scheisse, merde
He said you act like you care and I act like I care and we both stay rich
Stay rich as
Shit, scheisse, merde
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Scheisse, scheisse, scheisse, scheisse, scheisse
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit