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From The Sugartruck Recordings CD "Ooogabooga Under Fascism" (2012)
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YEOMAN JOHNSON
(Kalamka)
Boermann Sixgirl (BMI)

Chorus (1x):

Just delivering a letter , unawares as to the contents
So their slanging and their banging
Isn't hanging on your conscience, didn't want this
You're a plot device your life a story read
That's why Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
(that's what I said)
You're a party to a party, not a clue on plans a-cookin'
There's a grander scheme afoot, so look
It's right here in the hook
Its in the book its in the paper,
There's a caper just ahead
and now Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
(that's what I said)


So we've just landed on the planet
And maybe we'll get the story right tonight
Long sleeved shirt, a V-neck, and your pants too tight
You're just a sacrifice in Roddenberry's rite of spring
The thing that keeps the story moving
Like that Klingon with the ring on
And his need to show and prove it
To the governor and king
Who've started swinging at each other, brother
Can't kill Shatner or DeForest,
So it looks like you're the tourist
Who's unlucky, ever plucky
And aware of what his fate is
This is your chance to dance,
and I'm sure you've seen the latest
In the "stop, freeze, move"
You've got the groove, and the ants in ya pants
But you don't know who you are, or who to
Or who said what/ you said that, too
With a double entendre/saw vay vous, saw vay vous
And its not your fault/but you still feel salt
In piles and the bile in your throat rises
And your breathing halts
Because I know you wasn't planning to get shot out the canon

Chorus (1x)

Bystanders crammed into narrative sieves
Gives the man his plans, and plants a reason to live
He knows a shot in the jibs
or knife in the ribs contributes to why
Its takes the Yeoman so much longer to die
I'll make you cry for the delivery guy
Write and deliberately ply
Tryin' to stretch the limits
Couple minutes vomiting, retching
and coughing blood is cool
To catch reflections in the pools
You see its shitty how we pity the fools
Out on a limb in film school
You're just a tool with a tool
a pen and a hammer , enjambing the lines
To hide , deny that certain sway in your spine
So scream and shout , Whedon hollowed her insides out
It's cheap and creepy, but he's leaving no doubt

Chorus 1x

Bridge (9x)
Heads! Heads!

And so I'm dreading your fate
As the missile from the pistol
whistles through the gristle in your face
and another shard of metal
settles near your spine
("They're holding back the S.A.G. card until you say a line.")
And this is hard, but you might find
That all I rhymed was just a sign in your mind
Placed there, a little space there chillin'
Will I shake spare change from the sofa? Move over
The arrangement is strange
And yet the danger is covert
It's a secret, we haven't reached the peak yet
I tweaked it -- the freaks pet, and all the geeks vet
Get the "Goodnite, Chet" and "Feel No Fret"
And break no sweat and feel no pain
Reset the set and do it again
(the refrain?)

Chorus (2x)