Retales, Chapuza y Pastiche

Scraps, mess, and mashup
Patches, cover-ups, and fixes
Everything works in bits and pieces
What a carnival, what a ruckus
What a mess we've got here

Hit the brakes, buddy
You're stepping on my turf
Balancing acts and flips
To the beat of a tambourine

I twist and I shape
Just to pocket a buck
And the lazy parasite
Acts like the king of the screen

The forbidden nude
Babies are born dressed
Thank your lucky stars for the grace
Of our illustrious fingerocracy

It's way more convenient
To be with God than to be decent
Connections over talent
And let’s all live off the fairy tale

Here, if you don’t run, you fly
Even if it hurts your neighbor
Holy dollar in the missals
Buys you mortal sins

Contrasting opinions
Rex, crowns, or ducats
You join in, I join in
Let’s grow the business

You're handsome and loaded
How much do you inherit, Baldy?
To bread, wine, to wine, cake
Confusion is what matters

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Everyone with their own
And here comes the moral
Suck on that tangerine