AESOP ROCK - Dark Heart News lyrics

rate me

I limped up like a dog, shut up, with three legs to the stage...

So many dark hearts to choose

You can focus to the phobias involved in forty hues

Whether you levitate or bend spoons

Tune into the brooders of the dark heart news

Breathin's a tug of war

Wet when I rust a ball

Plus twenty nine bust gum stuck cluster door

Slumped in the back burn +Bush+ by the son of +George+

Sweat terror feed cause I don't bleed when I cut no more

A system of gods from each of the brawling tribes

So my bobble is a pot of claws clipped and collaged

Pavlov's bad dogs? parimass? bells

I don't speak the language but my last laugh's hell

Spiral your vertigo

Signals that flash and beat

Postin' my head from myself to get back to me

House full of dynamite, blast cap anatomy

Bags full of smelling salts mad as the magazine

Attack medic stretcher call cracked crazy header fall

A threat, a break, a mistake with the post

Picking every last fuckin' piece of paint off the walls

Okay,

He will locate every exit in seconds to flee the wormhole

When emergency diversions ring the celly or the doorbell

Burnin' it at both ends, friends let's commiserate

Turning into something, to the sound that the triggers make

Born at the badder side, I had this time still await

Trainin' all my zeroes to perform like they're figure eights...

Extra extra read all about it

Hey, four corners of the globe, all invent fire

On the very same day in the very same cold

Each sent a man with a torch to the borderline?

Watch them collide and explode

When I hear them blind

Funky wrench in my hand, raise it cut the islands off

Homemade tats memories

I ignore the private calls

But ever since the eighties I think something's in my Tylenol

What plague makin' out on the brigade

So we could walk planks

Then we'll climb a tree and wait

Irony is waiting over piety and faith

So when the ghostly ruminations that are kindly disobeyed

I'm gonna live to be a thousand with the patience of a saint (Right)

See the hoi polloi becoming restless in their tanks (Right)

Can't hold howls and corrals with a key,

So will the worms please drink on the count of three (Three!)

If I had a dollar for every time I couldn't sleep,

I could buy a billion locks and finally read a book in peace

No more would my president come off as a crook and thief

And turn my heart so dark that it would bark when he looked for me

Sideways eye on a sinister boundary

Peddlin' contemporaries killin' me loudly

99 bottles of beer on the wall timorous

Done run akin to the car on the lawn cinder blocks...

Three legged dogs that chewin' the wrong food

Riff raff fallon?

Land sharks throw the date money money booze

Dark heart news...

HAAA!

*DJ Big Wiz scratches'n'cuts the following lines*

Extra extra read all about it

"Extra extra read all about it"

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