Busdriver - Scoliosis Jones lyrics

Hi my name's Scoliosis Jones I've got a comb over coif and a smoker's cough I'm into motorcross and am a Planet Z3 colonist And a self-taught anesthesiologist I've got a corn ethanol powered copter pack For slow nights I'm in old type in almanacs My bandmates act like tasteful Swedes With tweezed brows they seed clouds with dreidels and beads So I gnaw on the nozzles for syrupy opiates When the political climate is clearly Soviet But my crackpot persona's an eerie cozy fit When I cackle at the throws of the hedge maze I used to stab n******gs with quarter notes And treat royalty statements like horoscopes But my wonderland's been deforested and poached And my groin gets bombarded with x-rays I'm Scoliosis Jones "We all laugh at your expense", f** you then Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense" In the headliner's Buck Rodgers seating wing there's always blood in the toddler's teething ring He needs legitimized conceit, c**aine nasal spray, Splayed cable bays to liquefy the heath His persona; a**istants wear go-go boots and every vocal booth Must have a glory hole He's fel**ted by a roster of vapid poodles and eats apple strudels Wearing a portly stole A cra** pipsqueek all slathed in bronzer Picking out the pig's feet in the fattening curd cobbler Flossing and stuff because he thinks we care He signed a ten album deal with a pinky swear Popular opinion's burgeoning gulf leans To it's concerning his golf swing My cardigan reeks in partisan pink Because I'm Barton Fink in the Martian sphinx I'm Scoliosis Jones "We all laugh at your expense", f** you then Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense" Pole vaulting over the exalted sultan of urban music Because he's Nova Scotian I am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic Your pitch is impish full of skullduggery and slice of life dull cutlery Twirl and flail around the motor fire and foreign policy deodorizer I am the script clinic for the post-millennial slacker biopic I'm Scoliosis Jones "We all laugh at your expense", f** you then Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense" I I I'm Scoliosis- I'm Scoliosis Jones "We all laugh at your expense", f** you then Full of broken bones "Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense"