My rhyme ain't good just yet My brain and tongue just met And they ain't friends, so far My words don't travel far They tangle in my hair And tend to go nowhere They grow right back inside Right past my brain and eyes Into my stomach juice Where they don't serve much use No healthy calories Nutrition values And I absorb back in The words right through my skin They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds The consonants and vowels The consequence of sounds
Got a soundtrack in my mind All the time. Kids- Screamin' from too much beat up And they don't even rhyme They just stand there, on a street corner Skin tucked in And meat side out and shouting I'd like to turn them down But there ain't no knob Born into picket fences Not into picket lines All this hippie-shit's for the 60's And another cliche in our time. But But a one of these days your heart Will just stop ticking And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking
Did you know that the gravedigger's still Getting stuck in the machine Even tough it's a whole other daydream It's another town it's another world Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid And the lawns are mowed Whad'ya think? All the gravediggers were gone? Just cause one song is done There's always another one Waiting right around the bend Till this one ends Then it begins Squeaky clean, then it starts all over again
The weather report keeps on Tossing and turning Predicting and warning And warning and warning of Possible leakage from news publications and Possible leakage from news TV stations That very same morning right next to her coffee She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and National Geographic was being too graphic When all she had wanted to know was the traffic "The worlds got a nosebleed" it said "And we're flooding but we keep on cutting The trees and the forests!" And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers But we leave the sound on cause silence is harder And no one's the killer and no one's the martyr The world that has made us can no longer contain us And prophets are silent then rotting away causeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
