Rob Sonic - Happyland Disco lyrics

(Happyland Disco) Verse 1: Cut it out Let him work A sleepy little order From a sick chauffeur Easy on the airbrush And print toner Let the blood drip out of Where the windows were Sent him flowers And of course a vase Take off the moulding And pour the paste In the shapes of a halo And sword encased They don't see the scar tissue That adorns his face Torch the place When the job is fin Steel toe Moccasins Monster trucks and oxygen In the house If you asking where The Bronx has been And it's a certain glow A wooden leg earned in the service so Brought to you by viewers with the nervous nose That ran away to put the ring upon the circus folk Be a jerk And get beaten up From years of the heathening And easy love Pumping gas In an evening tux I'm on a date in a trailer With the pizza cook Creepy stuff Like The Walking Dead Beam me up Scotty Better call the vet I let the dogs out In the hall and went to get them But there's nothing left But paws and heads Hear ye self committed Ghost bunk jump With your Elvis image Planes, trains, cars In a swell position Cause you're a customer to me And my name is Del Griffith bu*ton with a curtain hook One time only And first afoot The bill on the block Full of furnace soot See if you teach a man to fish He better learn to cook (Happyland Disco) Verse 2: Like god is your name On a W-2 A lime with a thorn On the tongue of his shoe A minor with a match And a month in his room And a hundred dollar bet That he's hustling you What to do With an hour to dawn Time card punch With a couch and a yawn Girl sick spit When she mouthing your moth Looking at my Gucci Is bound to get pawned On and on To the epicenter Of this year's Number one weapon vendor Park in the rose With his engine tempered With bars in his throat Like a Pez dispenser And all my colleague's grip Coat hang slang With the Poligrip Billy milk cotton While his Collie sits Begging for a part And got Dolly's tits Now when the ship's in shape Doughnuts gone And the kicks displayed Shadowbox And the diction crave I'm on a Land Yacht Listening to “Wind Parade” How much longer Till the cops can news you Climbed in the Starbucks Talking stupid One large pot With your stock computer Cause you hot for the teacher But she hot for tutor (Happyland Disco)