Schadenfreude
Schadenfreude
My name is Sean-Claude and I love schadenfreude
I’ve got schadenfreude stuck in my teeth
There is no scarcity of epicaricacy
I want more schadenfreude, thank you, please
I’m so filled with hate, I can barely contain
All my joy when a dickhead is thwarted
Junk food for the soul is still food when you’re hungry
And everything is so goddamn distorted
I wanna bottle this feeling
I wanna take a bump of it
It’s a beautiful, American emotion
Mine eyes start to bleed, glued to my Schadenfeed™
It’s a wonder why I haven’t gotten cancer yet
What with wave after wave of the hatred-filled haze
I inhale night and day on the internet
I wish that I could eat it
That it could cure diseases
I wish that it made anything better than this
And I’m no Rod and Todd, but I do got a god
Goddamn god in and outside of me
So I can’t rightly say why I laugh at the pain
But I guess you could say that I’m just f**king mean
My name is Sean-Claude and I love schadenfreude
Like a god loves to rot out your teeth
And I’m so f**king bitter, I can barely remember
That you reap what you sow and you sow what you reap
Please deliver you
Please deliver me
Please deliver all of the people from this
Please deliver you
Please deliver me
Please deliver all of the people from this