AESOP ROCK - Saturn Missiles lyrics

rate me

Step in the lawn, I keep the foot, peep

In the pot go 6 degrees of cooked geese

Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas

Over 10 meat hooks with a blister each

I'm all pincer, fever-y hoodie on, hoodie off

Sweat through his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls

Never met a quite storm

That didn't grow into a choir of colliding horns

That go click click clack, in territorial syntax

Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back

Pinball wiz in a thimble of sins

I'm a symbol of whimsy abridged, kiss me I'm dead

Nursing a mystery Dayquil

Led Zep staring daggers down page mill

How prey tell do he sit pretty

When the ol' 1 2 unglue in a tizzy

Please hold for the don't play dull boy

Click, I am not a page or a pull toy

Came in the door and the floor is lava

Killjoy if your core more Normal Rockwell

Born home sick for an invisible address

Bat shit, bumble and bat around catnip

One black heart katamari massive

Packed in a fat category 5 rat nest

Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner peace

Robot phone like a tentacle of flippancy

I hate you, hate you more

No I hate you infinity, and Pangaea break into smithereens

Interlude presto change-o

If it move too quick, oh whey oh

Right brain go white train Ramo

Moustache any old Monet, "no!"

Merrily merrily merrily merrily

In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy

Frog men schooled by the god Ed Emberly

Pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys

Bent, moth into kerosene awful

A caution to straw men lost on vaudeville

A-morally mixing business with 144 dixie whistlers

Lawn chair, strong man twisted whiskers

Nascar bic in his missing fingers

Outcast from a system of kiss-the-ring-ers

Are you privy to the misadventures

It's electric

Meeting in the middle of the street

With a lethally modified piccolo pete

There is admittedly an incredible mystique

To meddling in the reason a city won't sleep

48 strings of 12, that ring ring ring

Whiz bang, jingle bells

And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to black taffy

Classic, fire in the hole backdrafting

Fold wild life out of wolf pack wrapping

Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine

TNT plunger in all caps, ACME

Blast off half of the whole damn map screen

No sling no spear

I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and gears

Who been stung by an unlinked pinky swear

During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years

Hm, maybe an awkward phase

Like his acne and sophomore fade

Played, calling all out-of-work action figures

It was death by saturn missiles