Kool A.D. - In Gaol lyrics

[Verse 1: Milo] We took turns eating cake that looked like a flag And watched the fireworks and I swear I smelled the liars burn Troubled aquarian doing equestrian things And a hairy centaur involved in too many Ponzi schemes Lay on the bathroom tile and think of Billy Mays And how to make a girl smile in a myriad of silly ways Listen to the Shins and learn how to sing the right notes Dream of dorsal fins when manning all the lifeboats Abandoned baggage in the carousel I hear Paris is swell this time of year I guess I'm kind of weird Daydreaming of Logan's Run then recline a gear I'm fine here (I'm fine here) I have very soft skin and write young adult fiction like Gary Paulsen I'm Frida Kahlo Your Instagram is pics of pita chips and deer tallow Condense a rap song into a question, then mutter it (I wrote this song in green pen) [Hook: Milo] Eating brownies, I don't know why I'm frowning It all happened before I could remember (Pa** the milk, pa** the milk) [Verse 2: Milo] Run a BBW tumblr blog and forget the pa**word I may be speaking too soon but this is a disaster Like old people in modern sneakers I saw a Book of Mormon with a congregation of true believers I'm humbled eating lemon bars I would never waste a daydream on seven cars I have hella smarts and nudie parts that I never show I think I'm a noticeably negro Euthyphro [Hook: Milo] Eating brownies, I don't know why I'm frowning It all happened before I could remember (Pa** the milk, pa** the milk) (Alright, boy. There you go) [Verse 3: KOOL A.D.] Hey, dude You like this weird rap song? It's me, KOOL A.D The other fool on the weird rap song A mellow number, 3 minutes, it doesn't last long Some fools might tell you it's whack, but I think that that's wrong Really, in fact, I think it's tight That's right Wrote this on a carca** of a lion by lamp light That was a reference to another KOOL A.D. rap line The last time I said "candle light" instead of "lamp light" Get it? So that's like about progress I'm Michael Ondaatje kissing on your mom in a prom dress Meaning like she's in a prom dress, not me I guess, um, that was obvious probably But sh**, you never know Fools cry over spilled milk and argue over whether a leather kilt is hetero In my humble, I gotta say is probably just, um, better to let it go I feel like Leonard Cohen And I don't even know if I can name a Leonard Cohen track Is Leonard Cohen wack? That's rhetorical, you don't need to answer that I'm Dave Bowie, I mutter question raps for the answer, man Like mice, I might turn bu*ter to milk like "catch me if you can" Chris Walken how I'm talking, kriss-krossing on your walkman She s**ing on a dick like it's a tall can Pa** the Four Loko I'm a leader at last to my local folks, but still broke though f** the Beatles, go Yoko You know, bro?