Busdriver - Exaggerated Joy lyrics

(Radioinactive) For the people who know Deeper than hundreds-of-thousands of debt Your couch is now wet Here is the washcloth to wipe yourself dry Laundering money in Laundromats Here is detergent Bearded Arab surgeons Pa**ing out cough drops Like asking a Sasquatch to taste your Gazpacho That's a nice watch bro Bought it from Costco God I like pasta God is a monster Monsters are modern Inventions forgotten Potatoes-au-gratin Cradle your thoughts in a stable of oxen Thick ankles for socks and I'll strangle your dachshund with a Subaru Walkman (Busdriver) Save the little boy genius From his self-employed zenith But at the time I'm having car trouble Do you have a monkey wrench Or some money to invest For my Mars shuttle? I'm supposed to be reading palms And doing tarot-card shuffles in rainfall I'm a licensed practitioner Correcting brain flaws With this gas-powered chain saw Wearing a reclaimed shawl Are you ready to lose your virginity? (Radioinactive) X 2 For those of us who learn to slide by on the minimum Giving out the answers but won't discuss curriculum Find yourself a pen-pal correspondence and go visit ‘em Sitting on your laurels or your haunches like a businessman (Busdriver) I'm the protestor of the oil-slick blunder Whose gold scepter is his toilet plunger Save the endangered fuzzy animals from the pale-faced warmongers Who just happened to be your forefathers Invite us and the conspiracy theorists and furry feminists to family dinners with the grand wizards Do not call your daddy Dad If he cuts your long hair and bong air with hand scissors You're his color copy Do not call your mother Mommy or your mother Mom If you can not tell the difference between a plate of food and a cluster bomb This a healthy exercise in recreational paranoia (Radioinactive) I'm in the follow van I am the hollow man You can not see me and Like this graffiti can I can't be shaken Look This seat here is taken So put some moleskin on your bunions and corns Whether or not The Weather's running these storms Out of the tri-county area In a Sea Harrier Hover when I land And the government has planned For a satellite To control the patterns of The Weather Just a sheepherder Who controls the government with a catalytic converter Connected to my ipod Connected to the G4 That's loaded with 100 pounds of C4 explosive I know exactly where your folks live If you wanna know Radioinactive But you oughta know Exactly where you're headed I said it once I'll say it again I'm in the follow van I am the hollow man You can not see me and