Antarctica from SCALD by Macy Rodman

All the guys I know
All the guys I know, they wanna
All the guys I know
All the guys I know, they wanna

Go to the magnetic pole
To see if there’s a hole
And exert some control
Ooh oh ooh oh oh

Or sail to barren shores
In a ship without the oars
Or a citrus fruit on board
Ooh oh ooh oh oh

They wanna rip apart bodies and use them as shoes
They wanna winter in the tropics on an Imperial cruise
They wanna know if there’s anymore to be scored
And they all just wanna go to Antarctica

All the guys I know
All the guys I know, they wanna
All the guys I know
All the guys I know, they wanna

Dribble basketballs
Right into Pele’s gaping maw
They wanna coat a veal in gold leaf
And top her with special sauce

They want a manned mission to Mars
So “he” can build a cocktail bar
And then when all Earth’s rivers dry
“They’ll” pour mezcal on Martian rocks

They wanna rip heads off penguins and use them as shoes
They wanna eschew every compass and hit Kerguelen on cruise control
It’s a little late now to scold
So I guess we all gotta go to Antarctica

They wanna rip apart bodies and use them as shoes
They wanna fuck up with impunity and deny abuse oh oh
And they always want more
Ambergris and boar
And a diamond like an apple
And a centuries old sword
And a diamond like an apple
And a centuries old sword
Ambergris and apple
Blossom from an orange
In Antarctica

• Electronic
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