Bring Back Pluto
(专辑: None Shall Pass - 2007)
This is my friend, Tony. He's pretty cool. Although he's not always so smart. [Aesop Rock] And then there were eight (then there were eight). Just like that. (Bring back Pluto, bring back, bring back Pluto). In the
beginning it was Large Marge sent me a
bet, empty the
rent if you can double-park the
garbage barge gently The
moon took a
second mortgage on the
seventh house Jupiter ain't talk to Mars, he felt the
host of rovers, sold him out Close your mouth, poke your snout over the
cloaked aroma cloud Solar boy elope with couch choking on older Polaroids Motormouth show for the
golden molar toy Gophers yoke a
fish outta water he grows lungs and multiplies Idol. Once soldering a
perfect union It is vital to calculate any ornery loose ends If mutiny ensues the
aloof is assumed nuisance The
clue is in his vacancy, the
proof is in his goosebumps Maroon the
traitors, expecting anchors of edelweiss Who later learned it may actually be safer to play with knives I
show up late looking project grizzly Two bowies, a
third for throwing, (an accomplished dickweed?) Nothing, nada, nil, I
stuff a
lot of pill to gut. What's the
proper rules on stuffing hostages in trucks? He'll be numb enough to chill before the
choppers spill the
blood Buf if I'm not? Fuck it. Plug him, Warpy got his goddamn groove back Jet setting on spec with a
dead The
eddy on the
roof rack And miscreants will rubberneck jalopy euthanasia Which will later be regretted when it's your turn for cremation And I
walk like early man, Freak a
little witch hunt. Gathering the
carnies and exploiting every stigma The
malformed oddities amongst sovereignty's normal Shall abuse every vice imaginable right before you All I
thought of was the
cloven hooved And how the
clip-clip-clopped over the
woven roofs With a
nose for commotion and stolen goods Now tell me what the
fuck am I
supposed to do In the
meantime nine minus one left eight In the
meantime nine minus one left eight In the
meantime nine minus one left eight We were busy putting barbs on a
large iron gate They're gonna want his milk money next. Stare into the
glowing eye of Cerberus and grow Forging of laminates will not repel the
quarantined alone (Someone should finish theese!-Zane) [Like:] You ain't shit. This ain't ill. This is little Russian dolls that get smaller and smaller still. This is a
corpus full of pills, trying to sit still and build. Cause eight planets bullied number nine until he fell.