Blue In The face Lyrics

Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold by ugly tenements
Oh Distribute sour inhalants regulate lobby development
Today summon the rug rat oblivious to what's delicate.
Tomorrow siphon imperfection out the fetus prior to selling it.
There is a brain in the thicket tap circle cupping the port to accord it
Teeter thorn storm plunges more but conformers the pouring's half the entry
Plated pearly gates a chanted axis with high gentry
hinging our binging on public picket fencing Squirming
in terms in conditions of un-sati fact destiny magnet
Where the ebony should of cracked shit ratio tragic
Lose sight suit oh mavericks clash at futility pageants
I post froze in a blaze at a grand combustion
A leader's deception connection wiper with a barn responds his friend
With an eye socket full of needles and a will to die for nothing
And that's glory abide thy crass itinerary barely suitable
for common slum cats
And the lemmings will follow you to the blood bath
All aboard that awful train through shames patch where
I'd trade my window seat for one pane of replacement
stain glass, see I've battled the gods of opacity
I don't mind yall looking in,
its just watching sim city steam slips under my skin
And im about half way to nausea, half way to contempt men
2 halves post made a dance evoked a whole lot of resentment
Build a pen around master dome patriarch close to four peters

Woke to rope cubicles combines with combines suitably ingenious
Let's soak my feet in lake infinity the time vibe strapped
to dignity my symmetries vivid image still cant mimic
the victory comfort is a crumb and I'm numb as fuck
Yet some prefer the hum and others tend to suck the
life out of the crux like
1,2,3,4 and im a hug dummy hug the hungry pull the lever push the button
Drink the garbage split the homage reap the harvest target everyone
Beckon eyes idols that have a malleable colony till
the fire ant dropped the sweet leaf grief your dreams
a needle in a needle stack claiming safety pin physics
Baby tin blizzards collide while ole iron sides trust the rivets
I'm sick of the picker the litter soaking the spot
lit when I know they know they owe all thanks to the
end all Aesop Rock shit watch this

Build me a home; build me a home of brick and wood and everything good
With a front porch where I can char fire flies by night
and smoke stogs till the day meets twilight,
build me a home, build me a home with a green grass
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and a garden of foreign flowers build me a home with
a basement and an attic where I can store remnants
of the day I once slept in build me a home.

No skull is sacred in the races
Locked in a pagan doctrine watching born again faces
gamble up patience fail blatant
Oak currents the end of war paintings stain plague
community harking as wrapped
It's overlooking out crops.
Give you one life to laugh at catalog bliss on the
least common attachment 10 seconds of glittering silence
pilot is flight redefine stagnant
Most emotions host an entire lesson congressional less
one stone merely for the exceptional spectacle now
listen the pause heed tall falls the voidance of the
suit dispersed await a straightened arrows a perfect
circle has been fastened to the blimp side buy in my
grin and clusters that's better than colony my own
fathers son is the holy ghost suck that theology I
king for a day of peasant for a pleasant life blood
on the easel and my eagle eyelids spots runaway pirates
look I despise squatters with a ohh cry me a river
a quarter how'd you afford that dog and sour dialogue
I put my hook in the pond I put my worm In the hook
I put my trust in the worm that he'd bring me something to cook
I felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can on
my pole with a note from the worm attached that read
thanks for nothing asshole simple parables of nature
making character giddy and riddle me a similar situation
mix city quick but your honorable a lot doors to the
monks blood thirsty barracuda serpents and report on
powers of devil treatment church links im a fence sitter
lips torn by both polars and their working I can only
model throttle at the dream catching matching a patchy
holist with a sovereignty harbored and charged my hate
breed in a minute he's picket spitting stitches to
fix the britches in the gaps one night I broke in bridges
give us traps and tried to walk to get stogs just like
hop scotch between polar caps and im,
blue in the face when every second is a waste of breath
Making that classic mockery of every step Oh build
me a home, build me a home please with a light in the
window and a red front door and a picket fence and
a fire place and a sturdy frame and we can sit I'll
tell you my name build me home.