I was a dark, dumb student, no hooky rookie Day tripping on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew em They grew em in a royal dirt of Suffolk County's Flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushing sniffles Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes Zook slipped through the pinholes Crispy the God sender Who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender Both the formal squad censor, look down Either side across the marsh before it was awesome cars My calling card Calvary cooking an '85 Dodge Ares Gas for Huntington and back barely Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss And an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit The kid piloted his ring king dummies to King Kullen Where he hollered fuck the world from a parking lot in the suburbs What's this A couple spray cans and a little litter But they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters So fuck em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props But things will still go bump when them halogens pop Believe I'll be there when it happens The shaking of the plates off the mantle The snaking of the flames off the candle The lady of the lake off the answers Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers Now it's rest in peace Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to Further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency Damn doggy, good times, thanks I wrote your name in wet cement by the Brooklyn Banks What's this
[Refrain] I'm an activator Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor When the towns be freak sleep Trap the traitor, he will ask for papers What's this Say I'm an activator Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor When the folk push aggie over some dap with gators He will catch the vapors
[Verse 2] Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled his meals Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter So dinner split a lima bean in triplets, pick a winner Took a couple summers puking pills behind the dumpster As the largest Pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers One shoe in the soupy gutter One shoe in the velvet heaven Where the mermaids told him shake em by the lake of melted weapons What's this You could dance purty with the hooligan nation Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift Extra the days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit Yeah I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery What's this Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court They chase cheese fries with Binaca They had shut the school down early There were bombs inside the lockers No concept of the problem We responded like a snow day It was clobber shit to flotsam Til the cops said it was okay Okay show the squadrons back into their boxes Like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors And I walk into the office, coughing awfully at their often Flood a parking meter fever, knuckle up for Love and Rockets It was rain of the razor laser Day of the cloudy howdy Flight of the shelter melter You can bow without me What's this
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