Lyrics: Playwright in My Bed

This page is reserved for the lyrics to the track "Playwright in My Bed", written and performed by American metal band Triple Seven. It is song #9 off the outfit's fifth studio album Finding Enjoyment in Chaos, as well as the LP's second single.

Lyrics
Ain't this a bitch?

Building the hay of scripts went off without a hitch

The room is a novella read slowly

Mommy's pouring flesh into the cup of tea

In this moment, cry tears of joy

Every 365 days the aquarium leaves the white void

"Put the pen to paper," Mommy gasped

As the woman bled her last

This is it

(Fin)

Your story left me feeling content

No place

(Readers beware)

This is no place for uninviting faces

Without a name and common sense

Ever wonder why the audience loves suspense?

Once a contortionist, now a writer

If you catch a playwright like me, ask yourself...

"Did I get jam on the prologue?"

This is it

(Fin)

Your story left me feeling content

No place

(Readers beware)

This is no place for uninviting faces

Rub this ink all over my tongue

Beginnings, middles, and conclusions leave them dumb

This bed of mine has gone comfortably wet

Even after this turn of events, I've still got a rep

Rid my sight, you poser playwrights

Scissors cut paper, paper covers rock

Pencil and paper will soon reign triumphant once more

I prefer real nudists to digitized porn

How about you?

Track details

 * Length: 3:19
 * Genre: Avant-garde metal
 * Producer: Ben Schigel
 * Performed by: Triple Seven
 * Triple Seven are...
 * Ash Erickson – lead vocals, lyrics
 * Ray Drieberg - lead guitar, spoken word
 * Skylar Vega - bass guitar, keyboard
 * Chance Bottings - rhythm guitar, backing vocals
 * Micah Trevant - drums, percussion