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A is like a different type of animal No brick road, no zip code Xanadu family His and-what-army party in the panic room Before he meet the man he feed his hands into the scramble suit Glam channels wake up in a fantasy dismantled We're championing vandals over Andy with the Campbell's He the cold-hearted, old guard, Holy Ghost bar The postcards only know Crayola no Rose Art Ill communication aside I'll kick a train off a bridge I'll smack a plane out of sky, I throw a car into the ocean No one waving goodbye, 8 heads in the radio flyer The kid TOBACCO is a face in the fire on the fucking mountain The bass is like a struggle of defiance Love and power for bettys and headhunters Techies and chess-clubbers All i do is eat bread and check suckers Nobody safe chump, black plague, rail guns Cache of rat snakes coiled up in the bass drum Dug graves with over-the-hill skate punks Failures and flakes in the brain trust, pay up, eh! My Bugs Bunny tunnel-out is perfect Don't be there when we bubble to the surface, usurpers I pay the rent in pennies and ride off into the ether On a donkey painted like a zebra, take me to your leader Detox, retox, see how he see-saws SongtexteMistletoe of misanthrope, stick-and-poke sea dogs You can't imagine all the misery we leap frog I make rap I ain't a motherfucking peacock Death raft floating out to sea Under a single flaming arrow down to overcook the meat And if a silhouetted man is seen emerging from the flames You should probably treat him different even if he look the same He isn't I make a mean Suicide Big Gulp, sick pup Google-eyes, splinter off the united witch-hunt War and love, hailing from the home of the Anthora cup And 40 nights of failures out to plagiarize the formula Been seen petty spoils void steady acumen I'd rather be avoided, a voice of the Voynich Manuscript Boy-o, type to give a name to a sword The skulls of his landlords hang from his horse Medium kahuna, strange force around him Hounds-man, scrounge for a sirloin to pound thin I play my chess with undomesticated groundlings We spend our afternoons forgetting how to downshift "Aes ain't here man!", "Aes, I can tell it's you" "Tell it's me from over there, this ain't a fucking petting zoo" Brain cells peacing out, dentures in a Dixie cup Devil trying to keep me down, somebody pick me up Aus Songtexte Mania