Put one up for shackle-me-not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple-sixer's lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo on a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative med platoon bloom head-trip split ridiculous
Fathom the splicing of first generation
Fuck-up with trickle-down anti-hero smack, Kraken
I pace my game to zero hour completion cretin, splash
Duke of early retirement picket dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
if you'd stop following me 'round the jungle gym
Now it's honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
Merit crutched on the wretched refuse of my teaming resonance
I promise, tempest tossed breed with a bleeding conscience
See, the creed accents responsive but my spores divorced the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) yeah the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags to rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn's spangled with epitaphs (You won't be laughing)
And I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em
This origami dream is beautiful
but man, those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
(yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop, keep on to the break of dawn) 4x
Slacker bound intimate tabloid headline with a pulse
Shimmy cross the centerfold, enter dead time engulfed
Divvy crumbs for the better souls, when seven deadly stains
adhere to blame to crystal conscience
The result's a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished
Link me to activism chain, activate street sweep
Plug deteriorating Zen up in pen dragon
I hock spores coursed by the morbid spreading of mad men, alley gospel
Sinking your Lincoln-log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could, zig, zag, and zig 'em again
before the badge gleam sparkled in my brick wall windows
Another thick installment of one night in Gotham
without the wretched 'Houston we have a problem'
Attached to the festive batch of city goblins
Who split holiday freak on a box cut cinema high road bellow
Head gripped; watch red bricks turn yellow
Sorta similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Where all fiddler crabs congregate and get pampered for bickering
Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman
You only call her a bitch 'cause she won't let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire, Peter Pacifism, pagan threshold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wingspan cast black upon vigils,
hear to duck hunt ticker tape vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
You and I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Metal Captain,
this cat is asking if I seen his little lost passions
Told him "Yeah, but only when I peddled past 'em"
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
- 专辑：Labor Days
- 歌手：Aesop Rock
- 歌曲：Daylight