One two Get behind the walls of new Roma, wanna buy the farm But the land's not yours to own? Who owns Police? Who holds floor grease on a sandy beach? Blood beach Dance with a man he starts clutching, he ugly Punks hung halo teach Hugged by the math with the cable reach A hundred and sixty-six channels lit To train that animal shit Where the mind's eye redefined Where's God? Buy a car, Kick tires
Back in Eighty-Six I lived With a four-course artistry Metal ones took turns showin' off colors and shit Like I invaded the mating dance ritual Criminal now Wild things defined beautiful under my power El Producto flash-fest-iss Motherfuckers be like, "Ow, why haven't we left yet" Blithering sideway twang, the youth and brain management troupe The man is like BOOOP You can't touch the Krush Groove I live by the lunch table Touched fables Ducked labels Lookout for the one he'd abide with the terrible stables Signed to Rawkus I'd rather be mouth fucked by Nazis unconscious Callin' all bomb threats Radio re-activated, caress Under hella-ified missle defense Fenced in, better blame it on fame shit and grin Walk with a bag full of kittens Take it to the river and throw yourself in In about four seconds the ether will begin to leak
Who wanna hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist Soaked in newspeak? Dissolve into the syncopated fragments of vinyl splashed on loose leaf We can embrace on the business end of my face first Joe vs. the Volcano suicide beef Dance with the vinyl monster Devil in a blue skyline with clean conscience Save the gesture But can't save the children, weren't worth the effort I'm a Caveman Your modern ways frighten and confuse me I watch your spirit box with the blinking lights and think Are those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman) But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression Combined with 8-step effected Dirty words paralyze words and infect shit Infectious Insofar as the ineffectual bed for elections Development arrested Trapped in the Cuckoo's nest Looking for the nexus If it's wild like that y'all found infrared scope in the clutch of a tyrant New World lullaby Sirens Stuck migrants, bust 'em by violence It's all bad timing Getting merked on a Tram over Roosevelt Island You think that's spacey? Deep Space 9 millimeter, son, keep smiling
This is for the fringes and such My generation just sit like dust Feed 'em off of us and ask what I trust Tell these stories, I'm right here holdin' my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts Right here holdin' my nuts
This is for the fringes and such My generation ain't friends with slugs Thank god for the drugs and drums Tell these to read it, I'll be right here hidin' from guns Right here hidin' from guns Right here hidin' from gunsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
