Lyrics

[Verse 1] Rubber Soul, fair game, vicious V, R-and-R Renegade baby back, maniac car alarms Are in chart, yellow eyes surf-n-turf the gasoline Make me search for scissors, taking pictures, turning Japanese Strawberry clockwork, Rockford wanna file this Buy me out for 90 thou', a tiny house and violins That's why the pins and needles that I sew with are the dirtiest So come and tread the depth of this perception if you're curious Hurry wigs messed up, wrestle with the woe is me Ricochets that hit your face and settled in your Ovaltine Don't believe the hype or looper, why sumo even try To measure up the center cut, in finer suits and beeper ties These the guys that get their kicks while soldering your fingernails Laughing at the lockers while they're doctoring your ginger ale Distant tales on how it was, revisions with the pitter-pat Up and down my power lunch on how it was on River Ave If your cat bit 'em, well, zinfandel christening Ship 'em to the Donner man where all the ants are listening Ripping in a jellyfish, scale back the oven mitts And set it an forget it 'cause I'm steady on that other shit Cover it, amity, tambourine, war-cry Hit 'em with the rhythm of that Ithaca shortline More time needed to be seated at assembly We come to take the lunchroom and the mushrooms made of centipedes [Bridge] The area that you are discussing now is the aura of this planet It is the Communicative Channel to which the Million Council governs this planet [Verse 2] From the ground where they house-sit for cables Mouthfuls of miller turned to scalpels and staples Couch full of village voice, Illinois key-chains Death be a fillers point, kill the noise briefcase Tell your teenage cherries on a chalkboard Got a bra barely just to carry 'round his aux cord Encore, treading the rest of your own face When the best of your options are sopping in propane He rocking your rope chain, a problem you can't solve With some years, ever clear of spirited phone calls Mirrors on both walls, watching your night off For fear that your own flaws were not at the drive cloth Rock 'em and sock toys with the rubbed off toolies On the way to fake daps and got stuck on twosies Cuffing his blue jeans right at your boot spurs Fuck your life, Bobby light up your block like the Pubert Want to fight about it flower? I'm down at the shipyard With a hoochie mama using her boobs as a WIC card Bottomless pit bog, starving but still wavy Walking with six yards through the parks that are still crazy Starting a true A to Z in dark glasses Part of the roof rainy, tea parlor bar matches Speeding through fall fashion week, if the truth hurts I'll be in a Jaws hat, Capris, and a new fur