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Fast Cars
who's that walking with a hole in his head?
big bad Bazooka Tooth--I came to break bread
what's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
I tell 'em . . .
I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank
count up the chips, wrestle the fangs off of my fist
flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres
on some holiday in Cambodia with motor home appraisers
pagans fade into the kodochrome now
later with a lid to brow staple revisit the cobra loading zone
molar foaming but he hold his own wound
cauterized by the Zippo he had stole that afternoon
and my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built
grew up with a Jughead crown tilt and tardy slip
"be all you can be" just never soothed us
nope, you lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush
holler scum's lullaby
live from the ultra-fly sham city bunker
where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly
hush little baby, timeout
the black market mockingbirds cannot sing a lick
but lean to peck your eyes out of commission with love
out a tradition of wraiths
pick on the visions that buzz
bet on the kitten's escape
solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier
and magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire
flush the muppet hootenanny
who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke is clammy
trooper, scoop the food in pantry
ante up, stupid
may delusion feed 'em foofi candy
and pry the gold out of his tooth when lamping
pocket all you can now
block will lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit
slaughter beef and cow tip
pour the chief some fountain soda
motor prone to pen the holy opus
and pry this monkey off the scoliosis
who's that walking with a hole in his head?
Bazooka Tooth, Gemini, I came to break bread
what's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives
fast cars, danger, fire and knives
fast cars, danger, fire and knives
fast cars, danger, fire and knives
I got her majesty Athena ridin' shotty wide-eyed
it's like never mind the bullocks
like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets
like every other week he spins the bottle
like every other week these fucking fanzines forget if they spit or swallow
too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow
'cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile
fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural
so the mongrels that I run with turn the fuck yous into fast food
like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust
nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his mother's truck
tomorrow's extracurricular punching bag
will finger Daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag
this is where the hunchback snake oil peddlers
stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns
tend to bubble up
weathermen huddle up
today the son of one too many yes sirs kings his checkers
watch the double jump
back with a platter of hot leeches
that'll drink up every bloody drop down to the last diseases
it's A-E-S-O-P R-O-C-K, the peak twister
defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard
I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging
like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing
wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace
"kill every motherfucker but me"
you cool with that? cool. bang.
you? cool. hang.
you? no? uh . . . bang? cool.
sorry, dog, rules are rules
too long have I followed yours
I'm trying to get them years back
and walk through every cipher
with dynamite in a beer hat
Big Bang
(well, so we meet again
he said he'd grown spiritually since the last one)
ok.
this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects
where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash fresh
poison function accompanied by six armor-clad black horse and buggy mechanisms
tugged a portion of my severed vision
the gathering of loose ends in a bucket with a shoestring budget
every man's got a field to plow
i know that now
but it's like, man, i really can't afford the oxen
fe fi etcetera
i smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin'
i get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone
i get swept in the pressure cooker trying to paddle back home
i get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention
by eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences
now i'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering
and when the groom presents the ring the bride commenced the blistering
it's textbook magnificently crude
prototype king berserker module inserted vertical thirst
burst horizontal
treasure
loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clipper ship
dipped in truth famine pressure
cabin fever meter peggin' ludicrous
beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar
i rock ready-aim-fire while y'all rock ready-fire-aim
then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame
merit badge marksman or poacher? it's all the same
so i lie across the wood perpendicular to the grain
i wanna be a big bang, gotta be
never bottle me up in a probably
i wanna see a yes sir, sir, yes sir
thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone
warn the other brothers i was born forlorn
big bang
shoveling a big dig
huddle in a tunnel of big dreams
i think big things
imma burn with this little light of mine
and a prime concern to earn thanks
imma be a big bang
i'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population bottleneck effect
sorta born def
alien to shallow alchemy
if you're gonna metamorph the base metal to precious
might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants
i'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window
left an s.o.s.-infested bottle nestled in his grip so
with a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow
i observed him fly ten feet then drop the bottles to the devils
fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment
despised every second, but i guess i learned my lesson
if i made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim
there'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system
sticky panoramic contaminant planted in conjunction with phantom assumption
gutterbug alumnus candidates
well
i promise you i'll man the lighthouse just to help guide in your ship
if you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch)
godspeed
strait-jacketed ragged approach to circle suns derived strictly from
a b.c. generation disgust community movement alluding to a
"no blood given, no recognition" life matter
i was up all night with a rusty hammer
trying to build a fence around these magic beans
my dreams have gathered
but to that certain lack of avail i sail a choppy lot
with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks
i wanna be a big bang, gotta be
never bottle me up in a probably
i wanna see a yes sir, sir, yes sir
thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone
warn the other brothers i was born forlorn
big bang
shoveling a big dig
huddle in a tunnel of big dreams
i think big things
imma burn with this little light of mine
and a prime concern to earn thanks
imma be a big bang
ok.
i'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell
i shook the buddy system wisdom 'til the similars repel
i sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals
i'm broken arrow to the fucking bone
(broken poem)
i don't really believe in god, but god
i'm scared to death of god
i swear to god i never meant to spill the beans nor tear the pod
but it's like
i hike an acre unimpressed
and slept on the sabre's edge enough times to splice antichrist's favorite pledge
i wanna know myself
sorta solo sheep amidst wolves
and still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls
i push the ghouls to man overboard
pull the bulls onto my sword
and buckle down in the corner chair of a round table
floored
got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar
got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar
slide over
the recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity
by stitching togetherness theme congruents beautifully
i peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers
cauterize the wound and heads like gimme gimme something major
roadside prophetic ascend well
enveloped in a mummy ribbon system
blistering in a wishing well
big bang
Fast Cars
who's that walking with a hole in his head?
big bad Bazooka Tooth--I came to break bread
what's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
I tell 'em . . .
I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank
count up the chips, wrestle the fangs off of my fist
flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres
on some holiday in Cambodia with motor home appraisers
pagans fade into the kodochrome now
later with a lid to brow staple revisit the cobra loading zone
molar foaming but he hold his own wound
cauterized by the Zippo he had stole that afternoon
and my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built
grew up with a Jughead crown tilt and tardy slip
"be all you can be" just never soothed us
nope, you lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush
holler scum's lullaby
live from the ultra-fly sham city bunker
where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly
hush little baby, timeout
the black market mockingbirds cannot sing a lick
but lean to peck your eyes out of commission with love
out a tradition of wraiths
pick on the visions that buzz
bet on the kitten's escape
solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier
and magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire
flush the muppet hootenanny
who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke is clammy
trooper, scoop the food in pantry
ante up, stupid
may delusion feed 'em foofi candy
and pry the gold out of his tooth when lamping
pocket all you can now
block will lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit
slaughter beef and cow tip
pour the chief some fountain soda
motor prone to pen the holy opus
and pry this monkey off the scoliosis
who's that walking with a hole in his head?
Bazooka Tooth, Gemini, I came to break bread
what's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?
I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives
fast cars, danger, fire and knives
fast cars, danger, fire and knives
fast cars, danger, fire and knives
I got her majesty Athena ridin' shotty wide-eyed
it's like never mind the bullocks
like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets
like every other week he spins the bottle
like every other week these fucking fanzines forget if they spit or swallow
too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow
'cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile
fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural
so the mongrels that I run with turn the fuck yous into fast food
like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust
nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his mother's truck
tomorrow's extracurricular punching bag
will finger Daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag
this is where the hunchback snake oil peddlers
stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns
tend to bubble up
weathermen huddle up
today the son of one too many yes sirs kings his checkers
watch the double jump
back with a platter of hot leeches
that'll drink up every bloody drop down to the last diseases
it's A-E-S-O-P R-O-C-K, the peak twister
defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard
I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging
like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing
wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace
"kill every motherfucker but me"
you cool with that? cool. bang.
you? cool. hang.
you? no? uh . . . bang? cool.
sorry, dog, rules are rules
too long have I followed yours
I'm trying to get them years back
and walk through every cipher
with dynamite in a beer hat
Big Bang
(well, so we meet again
he said he'd grown spiritually since the last one)
ok.
this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects
where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash fresh
poison function accompanied by six armor-clad black horse and buggy mechanisms
tugged a portion of my severed vision
the gathering of loose ends in a bucket with a shoestring budget
every man's got a field to plow
i know that now
but it's like, man, i really can't afford the oxen
fe fi etcetera
i smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin'
i get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone
i get swept in the pressure cooker trying to paddle back home
i get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention
by eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences
now i'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering
and when the groom presents the ring the bride commenced the blistering
it's textbook magnificently crude
prototype king berserker module inserted vertical thirst
burst horizontal
treasure
loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clipper ship
dipped in truth famine pressure
cabin fever meter peggin' ludicrous
beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar
i rock ready-aim-fire while y'all rock ready-fire-aim
then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame
merit badge marksman or poacher? it's all the same
so i lie across the wood perpendicular to the grain
i wanna be a big bang, gotta be
never bottle me up in a probably
i wanna see a yes sir, sir, yes sir
thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone
warn the other brothers i was born forlorn
big bang
shoveling a big dig
huddle in a tunnel of big dreams
i think big things
imma burn with this little light of mine
and a prime concern to earn thanks
imma be a big bang
i'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population bottleneck effect
sorta born def
alien to shallow alchemy
if you're gonna metamorph the base metal to precious
might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants
i'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window
left an s.o.s.-infested bottle nestled in his grip so
with a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow
i observed him fly ten feet then drop the bottles to the devils
fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment
despised every second, but i guess i learned my lesson
if i made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim
there'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system
sticky panoramic contaminant planted in conjunction with phantom assumption
gutterbug alumnus candidates
well
i promise you i'll man the lighthouse just to help guide in your ship
if you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch)
godspeed
strait-jacketed ragged approach to circle suns derived strictly from
a b.c. generation disgust community movement alluding to a
"no blood given, no recognition" life matter
i was up all night with a rusty hammer
trying to build a fence around these magic beans
my dreams have gathered
but to that certain lack of avail i sail a choppy lot
with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks
i wanna be a big bang, gotta be
never bottle me up in a probably
i wanna see a yes sir, sir, yes sir
thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone
warn the other brothers i was born forlorn
big bang
shoveling a big dig
huddle in a tunnel of big dreams
i think big things
imma burn with this little light of mine
and a prime concern to earn thanks
imma be a big bang
ok.
i'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell
i shook the buddy system wisdom 'til the similars repel
i sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals
i'm broken arrow to the fucking bone
(broken poem)
i don't really believe in god, but god
i'm scared to death of god
i swear to god i never meant to spill the beans nor tear the pod
but it's like
i hike an acre unimpressed
and slept on the sabre's edge enough times to splice antichrist's favorite pledge
i wanna know myself
sorta solo sheep amidst wolves
and still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls
i push the ghouls to man overboard
pull the bulls onto my sword
and buckle down in the corner chair of a round table
floored
got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar
got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar
slide over
the recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity
by stitching togetherness theme congruents beautifully
i peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers
cauterize the wound and heads like gimme gimme something major
roadside prophetic ascend well
enveloped in a mummy ribbon system
blistering in a wishing well
big bang