Hail Mary Mallon - Holy Driver lyrics

{Rob Sonic} Big Red son of bald shortcut caper Highway humming daughter orange containers Lights on the runway order Captain Kramer Holding his tea and his cheek since brain age Cargo S.S. minaret cheaper Neon read out on a Cineplex feature Boom it in your sleeper and you said its only speakers Pigs on his wheels like the pepperoni pizzas {Aesop Rock} Start a wrong place wrong time club, might get Two peace fingers threw an A-ok sign f**ed Lime green crooked alpine flying white doves Objects in the mirror made of daisy chained light bulbs Safe escape cornered by the cemetery d**h bells Breathe held in his head he donkey with the red shells Partially responsible for a string of wonky fish tales Party on or get your corporate chem trailed {Rob Sonic} Jam with jelly blip wipe the screen off Spaceball grey walls 8 track t-ball From Cletus to the Jesus had breathe and teeth gone Couple missing fingers and a lap full of cheap p**n Born on the 4th on a bayou near boom town Never getting sweet please peep the way the broom sound Tweaking leaking boozehound eager to leave his roof down Peanut Reese's, Cheetos, and Visas for Mrs. Noose Bound {Aesop Rock} I'm liar, I'm a nuisance, I'm a fighter acting mulish I'm a licensed zoning pilot, went to drivers ed with Toonces And early in the morning bore witness to the pie cut Swerve on serving medium that Christian side hug Bird dog middle of the street chicken in its teeth Shirt gone caught allure before the first furlong Periscope up, meter maid pissy I will see you in the tedious DNA of the city {Rob Sonic} Jerky on his jaw line, raw hide Toro Z's in his alphabet soup stop more chose Squirrely early bird giving away the Morse code Minivan kiddie hand mimic the way his horn blow Mouth full of spit, belly full of the Jager cramps Hot sauce wings and things that crawl in his raisin bran Green light, yellow light, headlamp header Holy drive by Batman, hand gestures {Aesop Rock} I escape New York like watching King Kong backwards And you will know us by the trail of baffled dog catchers On tippy toes or gigantic nets swinging Baryshnikovs Patterns like a final level peeled back to the mini boss Biggie on BLS itchy palm feet are sweat Skidding in a ticking bomb sh**ty bricks Jesus fish Bumper stickers everywhere, his other car's a sinking ship My kid made the honor roll, your kid is a piece of sh**