I am the Magical Orange Hat
I am the random one
The loud abusive psycho
The one who thinks life is only a joke
Who keeps her soul locked away and a gun in her pocket
I am the magical orange hat
Yes, that one. The one in your closet, top shelf to the right
The one next to the guy who watches you sleep at night
Who found out that his name was Mr. Irk
I am in the Anti-pop brigade
Anti- Jonas, Miley and Twilight
Who hate clichéd phrases, currently planning her
Assault against them.
I am the old vinyl records that live in my old rainbow box
Ready to spin on my record player
And play along with the songs I know on my acoustic
Like crazy train, and stairway to heaven
I am those giant dj headphones
Yeah, the good ones that cost about $70
The ones that keep your ears nice and toasty in the winter
And cancel out all the unwanted noise, so all you hear is you
I am the one who screams at the top of her lungs
Just because she felt like it
The one who plays guitar all day, all night
At gigs or in her basement
I am unknown,
gone with the wind.
The loud abusive psycho
The one who thinks life is only a joke
Who keeps her soul locked away and a gun in her pocket
I am the magical orange hat
Yes, that one. The one in your closet, top shelf to the right
The one next to the guy who watches you sleep at night
Who found out that his name was Mr. Irk
I am in the Anti-pop brigade
Anti- Jonas, Miley and Twilight
Who hate clichéd phrases, currently planning her
Assault against them.
I am the old vinyl records that live in my old rainbow box
Ready to spin on my record player
And play along with the songs I know on my acoustic
Like crazy train, and stairway to heaven
I am those giant dj headphones
Yeah, the good ones that cost about $70
The ones that keep your ears nice and toasty in the winter
And cancel out all the unwanted noise, so all you hear is you
I am the one who screams at the top of her lungs
Just because she felt like it
The one who plays guitar all day, all night
At gigs or in her basement
I am unknown,
gone with the wind.