Aesop Rock - Junkyard lyrics

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Aesop Rock - Junkyard lyrics

Same hand that snuggled the barbed wire Tug an orphan a**ortment of bell and three-alarm fire Beautiful loser maneuver the goofy cubicle future alert Big brother super-community burn OK shoppers, tickets won't last For the straight-to-video "Dog-Boy eats gla**" To be a mess match rotate a role a Babylon (?) Darwin on a peg taking his innervate to tag along Ape escape gravitron, surly with two caps One over the mask with …(?) And it was home depot for the five finger lazy lift Ironically the same five measure the spray radius Spray gradient, baiting for city tetris Double-breasted hecklers barking picket fences Now mobile roads develop a special network Which further upsets the rich to rubberneckers double-check us Tonight the scum dance and I got all my money on the one with the lung cramps Little rat in the maze, they score another's (?) escape Sorta likes the attention so he says check-in and stays Answer: how do we record a documentary and suffering while ushering the public hands in Or transfer greedy bruisers to user-friendly stanzas? I guess it's like a junkwad full of dondy's candice Product, now, I tamper with a contaminated shrink-wrapped baryon of the process, wow It's written by a messenger pigeon to hell's kitchen Thank you for the dollar, hope you dig it Clap once for the junkyard punks Good, clap twice for the junkyard knights Good, pay attention 'cause part three of the lesson Can fiddle with your direction, clap at every sentence Heroes are never forgotten, legends never die This is what I sound like alive Two milligrams later, hits the stage With Big Whiz on the fader, gravy aviators tipped low on the nose And we ogle over the frame with a pine-box channel pioneer eye aim We azaki makeover the bk sky So when the jungle hits the city every insect is alive Poison for the town square and by the stinger needle And if I sound scared, it's 'cause I pay rent with the little people Dumb it down for none but none dumber The dumb-out posse is off broadway for the summer, bummer And stiller's in her loch ness clock fresh and official the missiles Rock bells, no bells or whistles Shell-shocked with a flock of hell's wolves or minstrels Shell-tone ghosts or nostalgia signals Gra**roots schools always kept it simple Pour the water in the dirt then observe the impulse Dixie cup telephoner animate part door and port wars …(?) Swarms formula: please hit snooze, keep a civil tongue in your teeth You will need it to lick wounds And he wrote his own laws, claws and cougars On a fire in the sky sorta steers the stupider luke drums, dummy Never off-base, with a resume of b-boyisms and pause tapes