Anti-Pop Consortium

Ghostlawns
[High Priest]center the tone into the domain, no mainpropane flame or butane to the opening with an offeringIt's not often that I wanna but I'm gonna make a pointas a warning for the so-and-sos impose on tip toesspit those hypno-crypto-cryogenic thesis, he's asnice as watching ballerina's teemless meters rea-piro-piroa wedding hero, zero tolerence, abolishing wack mc'splease mister politician don't leave us your empty promisesIt's obvious you're oblivious but not imperviousand you still will crumble, stay humble, still number one(tonight, alright)[Beans]enslaved by luxury, to me your source of pain is not entertainmentdesires and ruined payers transposing the fantasyenjoy views, but don't listen, it's your frame of reference I discardaudio sport-tech Nuar Abdul Jabbarfire wire hair dryer in the bathtub, I shockdixie cup, telephone frail communicate feeblethen waited like dust caps on five wattstapeworm recorder, a border, gazzelle, gordon cattrellwatch the top granola get rude like junk foodSongtexteking vitamin on top of the food chain, rugburnsrun around the field but never move like a fencevital vinyl ricital title idle no rivaltest flaws with pens flaccidinactive, speechless like dick in mouth[M. Sayyid]wobbly sayyid, slim like a ten speedthese mcs take heed when I project with 300 cc'spast his toll booth past your whole crewwow, who's that cat who just threw my neck like a quarterbackI want his autographfemales on my dick for my phonographsmaking moves on the floor like a pornographgot the math so you can hear the chemistryE.B. turn up the frequency highhhhhI'm a berry from the vinewith the beats or acappella in the streetswe could do it any timeI got ghosts in the lawnwhere my foreman thrown on the floorlike scorn you're torn to the barnI heard the sound and came back to see what was going onthen I turned up the song Aus Songtexte Mania