Wild Minks

Lyrics

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Quelle Chris] Listen up, I got a story to tell [Verse 1: Quelle Chris] John the Baptist wore wild minks Strewn 'bout the room with a swoon and a wink Big body Bethlehem links Top model, playing piano while he thinks What's perfection when life's interesting on the brink? Gregorian chants over drinks In reverence from legends historians seek Tone of Charlie's good grief With the soul of James' good feet Those who never ate of strange fruits Think his tooth is unique Yet within his group he's very couth at the least Jus' well in tune with the movements of beasts In the dark age he was unfazed by the new waves And stayed true to his old ways Word on the streets, was that he parted seas with ease And broke breads with saints and thieves The shade on his sleeves was the same as the slaves to kings The raven's wit and the mood that brings The understanding of the enemy And power in the song one sings A boast that Joseph's coat would beg to emote Feasting on meats that was bled from the throat Lambs and goats Wiping the grease from said treats on the sleeves of his coats Messages received from burnin' trees was translated to tablets so the heard could read, indeed He ghost wrote psalms, but few saw him on the scene Masterpieces for the paychecks Said he wants the same they cut Mike for the Sistine Been an umpteen since he pissed clean And stopped attending lessons, couple blocks from the bean Don't try to rewrite your story when you die Johnny boy wore wild minks, and so will I Why not? [Verse 2] [Outro] Hey, hey sweetheart, bring me a glass, will ya? Not a cup, a glass, rhymes with class, ya understand? Come on, smarten up It's alright, it's alright Bobby Sherman, Christmas album, that's where I got my style from, quite frankly And I had this Panamanian tailor, this guy name Mr. Holt, I mean this guy, I'm talkin' about a marvel with needle and thread, you know what I mean? You don't find guys that make clothes like this anymore, you know? The linings he would come up with, you understand? His business card, it didn't say fuckin' tailor, it said fuckin' interior decorator And he comes up with these own patterns, you understand what I'm saying? To the point where, you wanted to take the fuckin blazer off and turn it inside out and wear it inside out, you know, you understand what I'm saying? Because that's how fuckin' marvelous you'd look here You know, we're talking, it's the '60s, it's free love, and everybody's got the fuckin', you know, the dashikis and the tie-dye on And you want to fit in, you know, you don't wanna be the odd man out They got hot girls that look, you know, they got hot girls, you know, hot hippie girls You've seen a couple of them, yeah you know? The other broads, you don't- Hey sweetheart? Do me a favor? Hey sweetheart, you up there? Can, can you bring me a glass? I'm thirsty here