Interlude (2020)

Lyrics

[Jeanpaulmicrowave] [?] on its way you better run The squad car's got two flats in the front Our knives have mirrors in the captains bloodshot eyes He noticed specs of donuts sprinkled all about his thin lips He'd wished he tipped the bartenders while she was looking his way Which never happened after the initial order took place Johnson & Johnson spilled all over his face Gave the devil a tight sheen that accentuated his white race We grew up with masks sewn to earlobes like carnival auxiliaries We made friends with weirdos A sharp scream from below the dance floor failed to cut through the trances steady base The complimentary water shot high from blowholes but didn't reach the ceiling In fact didn't reach anywhere, just turned to vapor in the February heat Freedom ain't sweet, the blood stains still beat, we won't quit dancing until the revolution's complete