I Wish That You Would Hurry Up and Strike, Strike the Bell

God, I love myself!
But I’m just a phenomenon.
Time to ring the bell.

Walking through hell
without shoes on—
God, I love myself,

and everything around me is swell;
unless I turn the news on—
then a bell

starts ringing in the ring and I have to tell
‘em to bring the hydrocodone!
I love myself,

like I’m coming back from an air-raid drill
and meeting Baudelaire’s phantom.
Time to ring the bell,

because the banks are about to fail, the bombs are about to fall,
and everywhere we turn there’s treason.
God, I love myself.
Ring the damn bell!