I was somber My feet wet from the snow I had in mind suffering Great sufferings Dante and Virgil Holding hands in hell But in a serious way My inkpot was brimming With my own tears Even my facial expression was sad My hands a bit cold I began With ceremonious solemnity Slow and rhythmic penmanship The words were flowing Writing like weeping And then Oh No A quiet beat A little light thudding in the speakers No No No My toe tapped Oh Too delicious What is this music? Where did these hip bastards find this song? Did albums get released just to trendy coffee shops? Oh There it goes again That scintillating beat I want to get up and prance Down boy Return to your sufferings No I cannot go back