[Aesop Rock]   Count that for me...thanks      [Robotic voice] 4x   One, two, one, two, three, four      [Aesop Rock]   Well any asshole with a book of matches can light a fire fresh   Make that sucker burn for days, I'll be impressed   Circlin past the culture's bigot, procreation baked in advanceable   Then ball and scurry up the grass to roll his marbles off the anthill   I know gerth and nature but recognize absentee ballot   And sappy ballads couldn't fill the void   This game's in the giant Tugboat Complex and HE'S ANNOYED!   (No one's asking you to feel the narc, brother!)   Hmm, it's fashion   I'll find my own bullies to shake a finger wrapped in   Realigned mine knives in divine justice   Plus this uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash   Brimstone clone with legs and dim poems   Ten little Zen crafts   Things cooperate like paper dog participants litigans   Picket well or ride or burner style clinic   Acid with the basics   P-H imbalance to burn the malice martyrs spaceless   Then fabricate daytrips   I want to be the halo that jumps off the brain   Of the genius who decided some pictures deserved frames   (God and I are on a first name basis)   Yeah I call him God, he calls me Jesus   When I lost my religion, he fell to pieces   Blade, dragon, up hell's creek   Interrupting a devil pagent   Starfighter settling to madness   I keep my ghoul spirit concealed   Until the warriors return to the Coney Isle Wonder Wheel      [Chorus] 4x   My momma told me there'd be days like this   Days like this, days like this, days like this (yes she did)      [Robotic voice] 4x   One, two, one, two, three, four      [Aesop Rock]   Okay, tell me who you chill with and I'll tell you who you are   I walk a mile with a leash attached to your freak seminar   It's a modern sensation on the boulevard of maintenance   To sweep your broken hopes under the rugs then hug the playpen   This revolution pushing through the loose pins and a strait jacket   A maverick classed in a bunk category   They had him parallel with a tattered glory division   (I could devil drink dreams out of thermos)   Yeah, with a whiskey afterburn   It's like, nine o'clock wake (I'm up) spit obscentities   My girl ties on my cape, smoke a bone then work my dental tree   The clear day's laced with a classic mother nature thunderchaser set   That got my papergrain's wings wet   Voyeurist amendments lack expansive coverage in the syllabus   I dance with shuckles while you man the keyhole grilling code   I've done my chores according to God's schedule   With coffee holding the wheel and nicotine working the pedals   Metal edge kings that tends to rapel the pebble   Kettle screaching out the operetta   I live to autograph the iron curtain with doveback feather pens   Spurting magma, cursing television urns to burn until my Cleopatra   Minor (Major) dispersed slap on the wrist   For the tennants lacking the arms to harbor the rarity of thick friendship   Stuck with a "Yes sir"   Change of fatigue to ankle   Each beneath the angle   I'ma call home until the rock meets the angels      Chorus 4x      [Robotic voice] *repeat to fade*   One, two, one, two, three, four