He won't let me scream on him
I'd say "Off the pigs!" but I'm scared of it
But give me a book
And I'll read the shit out of it
Give me a book
And I'll feel tough and cut some skin.

He keeps saying "Maralist skill"
I'm just trying to pay the bills
But give me a book
And I'll read the shit out of it
Give me a book
And I'll feel tough and cut some skin.

It was only true when I read it to you
Now you think it's true, cause you heard it too
I think we'll wear a disguise and we won't compromise
Read about me when I die
Theory is famous, trust us.
And the racket is sweet.

Zizek sells me clothes from him
I think the catalogue is way too thin
But give me a book
And I'll read the shit out of it
Give me a book
And I'll feel tough and cut some skin.

It was only true when I read it to you
Now you think it's true, cause you heard it too
I think we'll wear a disguise and we won't compromise
Read about me when I die
Theory is famous, trust us.