Penguins In Shoes
Anatole France accidentally baptized penguins into humanity in 1908. The crowd loved it. Nothing has changed. We're all still penguins in shoes.
Lyrics
V1: [CHORUS] We’re penguins in shoes, Making up truths. Falling for news, Choosing our views. We slip, we refuse, We win, then we lose. But love cuts through Penguins… in shoes. [VERSE 1 — “Holy Oops”] A monk said “Oops,” then blessed a bird, And suddenly justice looked absurd. They built a state on shaky ground, All waddle-talk and sacred sound. [CHORUS] We’re penguins in shoes, Making up truths. Falling for news, Choosing our views. We slip, we refuse, We win, then we lose. But love cuts through Penguins… in shoes. [VERSE 2 — “The Pyrot Panic”] They blamed one fool for stolen hay, No proof, no logic… fear’s cliché. Crowds love a tale that soothes their dread, So truth got trampled, panic fed. [CHORUS] We’re penguins in shoes, Making up truths. Falling for news, Choosing our views. We slip, we refuse, We win, then we lose. But love cuts through Penguins… in shoes. [VERSE 3 — “Borges on Ice”] Tlon seeped in with quiet grace, New worlds replaced the human race. Stories glued the cracked veneer, Dreams turned fact when whispered near. [CHORUS] We’re penguins in shoes, Making up truths. Falling for news, Choosing our views. We slip, we refuse, We win, then we lose. But love cuts through Penguins… in shoes. [OUTRO — “Reflective Empathy”] So pause your heart before you bite, Most fights just mask a hidden fright. Look twice, each fool you want to blame Is you in feathers, same damn game. -- V2: [CHORUS] We’re penguins in shoes, Tipsy on cues. Flirting with truth Like midnight muse. We slip, we amuse, We bruise as we cruise, Come waddle with me, No rules… just shoes. [VERSE 1 — “Holy Misfires” cheeky religious spoof] A monk mis-blessed a passing bird, Declared it human… how absurd! Next thing they built a church of flair, With saints in tux and windswept hair. [CHORUS] We’re penguins in shoes, Tipsy on cues. Flirting with truth Like midnight muse. We slip, we amuse, We bruise as we cruise, Come waddle with me, No rules… just shoes. [VERSE 2 — “Pyrot’s Hot Mess” playful innuendo] They swore one bird stole all their hay, No proof, but gossip loves foreplay. They swooned for tales that stroked their fears, Truth left the bar in greasy tears. [CHORUS] We’re penguins in shoes, Tipsy on cues. Flirting with truth Like midnight muse. We slip, we amuse, We bruise as we cruise, Come waddle with me, No rules… just shoes. [VERSE 3 — “Tlon After Dark” Borges meets burlesque] Tlon slipped in like a whispered dare, New worlds undressed the old ones bare. Words danced in fog and rewrote fate… Desire’s the ink when minds create. [CHORUS] We’re penguins in shoes, Tipsy on cues. Flirting with truth Like midnight muse. We slip, we amuse, We bruise as we cruise, Come waddle with me, No rules… just shoes. [OUTRO — “Empathy in Bedhead Mode” warm, sexy-humane, gentle] Before you snap, just take a beat, Most jerks are scared beneath the heat. Peel back the fright, the rage, the spin… You’ll find a penguin shy within.
