[Intro]
So I - so I says to the guy "Hey, I'm writing a screenplay"
But Pavlov did pair it with an unconditioned stimulus for a reason
And whoever murdered prophecy can expect a prize from me
And at the exact same time, in a totally different novel much stickier than this one, came the life of a salesman when card houses crumble, dammit!
What word rhymes with "hide the spike"?
Hey uh... can I borrow one of those cigarettes?
I don't know, I don't smoke
[Verse 1]
Everyone I know is hollow
So what am I to do? I can't follow
They footsteps If I wanna see tomorrow
I keep my chin even with the sun of the evening
So I don't succumb to the sorrow
Scarred and hardened is my heart of charcoal
The garden of weight to harness equates that of a car load
Borrow me five dollars for the art show
I'll pay you back the day I sell my gargoyle
Hard boil my eggs with a side of cardinal
Carve my name in the barn to alarm all the farm folk
My ego problem's just a parcel
Vertically I cruise, currently enthused to surgically remove my barcode
Momma's little boy seems to have some awful bizarre goals
He's not moving 'til the fungus in his jar grows
He's got a hair on his arm for every dart thrown
Hoping the bridge he built of gasoline-soaked yarn holds
For the followers, the deputies and the marshals
And especially the MCs who haven't yet had they card pulled
I roam the streets with a necklace made of shark skulls
And a tooth in the ground that's how I leave my mark
So I - so I says to the guy "Hey, I'm writing a screenplay"
But Pavlov did pair it with an unconditioned stimulus for a reason
And whoever murdered prophecy can expect a prize from me
And at the exact same time, in a totally different novel much stickier than this one, came the life of a salesman when card houses crumble, dammit!
What word rhymes with "hide the spike"?
Hey uh... can I borrow one of those cigarettes?
I don't know, I don't smoke
[Verse 1]
Everyone I know is hollow
So what am I to do? I can't follow
They footsteps If I wanna see tomorrow
I keep my chin even with the sun of the evening
So I don't succumb to the sorrow
Scarred and hardened is my heart of charcoal
The garden of weight to harness equates that of a car load
Borrow me five dollars for the art show
I'll pay you back the day I sell my gargoyle
Hard boil my eggs with a side of cardinal
Carve my name in the barn to alarm all the farm folk
My ego problem's just a parcel
Vertically I cruise, currently enthused to surgically remove my barcode
Momma's little boy seems to have some awful bizarre goals
He's not moving 'til the fungus in his jar grows
He's got a hair on his arm for every dart thrown
Hoping the bridge he built of gasoline-soaked yarn holds
For the followers, the deputies and the marshals
And especially the MCs who haven't yet had they card pulled
I roam the streets with a necklace made of shark skulls
And a tooth in the ground that's how I leave my mark
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