The Flaming Lips wrote this utterly nineties song in the nineties, She Don’t Use Jelly. It’s meaningless drivel, so naturally it was popular. I was looking for a song with a lyric that scanned to a particular word, and it fit, so I filked it. And since there are no names mentioned in this song that can be identified by AI, I’m sure I won’t be disappeared by the Gestapo for it. Maybe.

April 2025

I know a guy who has a name
It brought him fortune, it brought him fame
Now here he’s talking
While children die
He don’t like vaccines, I don’t know why
He needs a guillotine
Guillotine
Guillotine

I know a guy who sells toy cars
He rants on Twitter, and dreams of Mars
He don’t like critics
Red tape too
He says he’s clever, but is that true?
Go get that guillotine
Guillotine
Guillotine
Guillotine

I know a guy who ain’t got any skills
Can’t run a business, can’t stand up still
But half the country invited him in
They’re learning now what fools they’ve been
They want a guillotine
Guillotine
Guillotine
Guillotine
Guillotine
Guillotine