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Handfuls Of Sky
(专辑: Jhelli Beam - 2009)
The
water retention in the
bogged down pickled ear Outweighs the
REM in one-eyed pistoleers Oscillating lung sacs, cheek-pinching fun facts Coloring the
grosses in the
fiscal year I've never been a
shoe-in just the
gluten in the
monkey bread Sucked up in the
union turn my dues in with the
monthly pledge Breaking the
Rosetta Stone, shouting on the
megaphone I
turn a
burning bush into a
monkey hedge They're looking for a
minion of idle hands to instruct And I'm the
battery-powered deflowered nimbus Set aside my prized glum in gentrified fiefdom I
street perform in peak form with a
tin cup Please lift the
sanctions that demonize the
yellow cake On your tongue the
water-gun is pointed at your elbow brace Baby safe the
bumper cars, broadcast the
color bars As I
tie you to the
railroad stakes When I
overrule all of the
nutritional facts I
can scale walls Get your shit flushed when I
bit-crush the
Britannica And unveil drawls When I
overrule all of the
nutritional facts I
can scale walls Get your shit flushed when I
bit-crush the
Britannica And unveil drawls They wanted a
Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes But we jettisoned all that by the
megaton Now they've got their Oolong brews and their futon stools And a
reticent sun So I'm turning on the
waterworks Cutting through the
modern murk Knee-deep in a
pot of dirt To render handfuls of sky Turning on the
water works Shunned where founding fathers lurk Knee-deep in a
pot of dirt To render handfuls of sky Cowering in firefights Stepping over fly-by-nights Contrary to prior plights I
render handfuls of sky The
mounting momentum of the
bubbling electorate Favors neo-Nazism in the
house pet chorus Throw the
medicine ball, divvy up the
windfall Fit the
trophy wife for the
wet corset I
go from a
hug to an open-handed cartwheel That's how I
vivisect the
dinner guest at the
arms deal Breathing with a
suck slurp, I
scrutinize the
bloodwork Of the
green thinkers and no cars yield Pointing out all the
freckles on the
darkroom negs To carbon date a
marketplace full of bootlegs Bottle zygote nog, for all the
roadhogs Matching in, white, blue, red You cannot triangulate the
angles of this paragon You are not a G
at all, you work at a
hair salon When you raise the
hot comb, I
will move to Stockholm Till the
soil to put a
parish on When I
do away with questionable motherfuckers I
can outsource sorcery They wanted a
Moulin Rouge and some bullion cubes But we jettisoned all that by the
megaton Now they've got their Oolong brews and their MoveOn dot orgs (Hey, go!) (Hey, go!) (Hey, go!) So I'm turning on the
waterworks Cutting through the
modern murk Knee-deep in a
pot of dirt To render handfuls of sky Turning on the
water works Shunned where founding fathers lurk Knee-deep in a
pot of dirt To render handfuls of sky Cowering in firefights Stepping over fly-by-nights Contrary to prior plights I
render handfuls of sky
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