Letra de Hate The Villanelle - They Might Be Giants

Don't hate the villain, hate the villanelle
With these picky rules and odd jigsaw rhymes
Curses, these verses are my prison cell

At school, I ran from the very first bell
The teacher's ruler, those maddening chimes
Don't hate the villain, hate the villanelle

Joking in class, oh, the words I misspell
Mumbles and stammers, but are those real crimes?
Curses, these verses are my prison cell

If someone could hear, for someone to tell
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But friends have all fled to faraway climes
Don't hate the villain, hate the villanelle

I solve this puzzle, but tumble through Hell
These words are fractions when I needed primes
Curses, these verses are my prison cell

My hand disappears as I wave farewell
This gentle quicksand turns into hard times
Don't hate the villain, hate the villanelle
Curses, these verses are my prison cell