Bop It

Expressing a connection from the speaker's foundation, symbolizing a starting point.

Highlighting the speaker's uniqueness or rarity, possibly in a vulnerable or exposed state.

Extending the narrative to the speaker's highest point, indicating a comprehensive perspective.

Suggesting a collective identity as the last members of a group, facing potential challenges or extinction.

Emphasizing exclusivity in the ability to endure or survive.

Commenting on the difficulties of existing in a contaminated environment.

Repetition for emphasis on the speaker's physical and existential condition.

Remember I'm just rare meat (remember I'm just rare meat)

To the top of my head (to the top of my head)

And we're the last of the fleet (and we're the last of the fleet)

The only ones that can breathe (the only ones that can breathe)

This polluted oxygen (this polluted oxygen)

Describing a defiant attitude, rejecting conformity, and asserting the need for personal gain.

I lost my patience

Fake it, flip it

I go the distance

So damn ornery

I don't believe anything

I'm not sorry

I need my paper

Repetition of the defiant attitude and insistence on self-interest.

I lost my patience

Fake it, flip it

I go the distance

So damn ornery

I don't believe anything

I'm not sorry

I need my paper

Recapitulating the connection from feet to head, reiterating the polluted atmosphere, and restating the defiant and self-centered stance.

Remember I'm just rare meat (remember I'm just rare meat)

To the top of my head (to the top of my head)

And we're the last of the fleet (and we're the last of the fleet)

The only ones that can breathe (the only ones that can breathe)

This polluted oxygen (this polluted oxygen)

From the soles of my feet (shake it, strip it I lost my patience)

Remember I'm just rare meat (fake it, flip it I go the distance)

To the top of my head (so damn ornery I don't believe anything)

(I'm not sorry I need my paper)

And we're the last of the fleet (shake it, strip it I lost my patience)

The only ones that can breathe (fake it, flip it I go the distance)

This polluted oxygen (so damn ornery I don't believe anything)

(I'm not sorry I need my paper)

Repeating the earlier themes of impatience, distance, stubbornness, disbelief, and the pursuit of personal interests.

I lost my patience

Fake it, flip it

I go the distance

So damn ornery

I don't believe anything

I'm not sorry

I need my paper

Continuing the theme of resistance, resilience, and unapologetic self-focus.

I lost my patience

Fake it, flip it

I go the distance

So damn ornery

I don't believe anything

I'm not sorry

I need my paper

Underlining the importance of personal gain, echoing the need for financial or symbolic "paper."

I need my paper

I need my paper

I need my paper