This is a song about "An orange"

He's creatin' them scenes, his new clockwork of orange,

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

An insane lunatic

So get up off that slave ship

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Any way you can

Showin of your ass an

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

For now everything just seem so right

Anorexics an apatite

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Of impactful things one can ask for

Just an alert of an amber