They Might Be Giants - Hate The Villanelle Lyrics
Don't hate the villain, hate the villanelleWith these picky rules and odd jigsaw rhymesCurses, these verses are my prison cellAt school, I ran from the very first bellThe teacher's ruler, those maddening chimesDon't hate the villain, hate the villanelleJoking in class, oh, the words I misspellMumbles and stammers, but are those real crimes?Curses, these verses are my prison cellIf someone could hear, for someone to tellBut friends have all fled to faraway climesDon't hate the villain, hate the villanelleI solve this puzzle, but tumble throughHell These words are fractions when I needed primesCurses, these verses are my prison cellMy hand disappears as I wave farewellThis gentle quicksand turns into hard timesDon't hate the villain, hate the villanelleCurses, these verses are my prison cell