Frank Guffaw Songtext
von Ceschi

It was his last hurrah, he hit life raw dog
The public loves to guffaw, to chuckle at the cock and balls
Of a man naked on a stage too damn tall for all of y′all
Or a fail video documenting the fall of a demigod

From high as the heavens even
While anxiety leaves him barely breathing
Keep entertaining, kissing babies for no good fucking reason
Other than streaming

Six feet underground, six feet underground
Suddenly he got a six-figure monthly listener count
Algorithms love the sound of his bloated body now
Algorithms love the sound till the hashtag burns out


Quicker than Moroccan hash in a Hamburg squat house
Quicker than Moroccan hash in a Hamburg squat house
Nothing really touches you
You're living in a sewer, Frank
Day after day

Keep repeating, keep repeating the same words
Repeat them, Frank False
Till you′re immortalized on a shirt

Keep repeating, keep repeating the same words
Repeat them, Frank False
Jesus Christ
It'll be Warhol in no time

Death is the best option
My work would be much more seriously looked at

Hope the world forgets your war crimes
When you're buried under dirt

Hope the world forgets your war crimes
When you′re buried under dirt

Hope the world forgets your war crimes
When you′re buried under dirt

They won't forget your war crimes