This is a song about "Folly"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Don't criticise, scold what he decides though, as unwise folly

The combination of folly in our generation is high

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

And i'm sorry that this shoddy folly of an apology

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly