Tits Up The Uncluded

[Pre-Chorus: Aesop Rock]
5 day forecast clouds in a piss cup
Trying to pinpoint when the shit went tits up

[Chorus]
T-t-t-t-tits up!
T-t-t-tits up!

[Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson]
Whatcha gonna do to get your ass out of this rut
So you don’t live your whole life tits up

[Chorus]
T-t-t-t-tits up!
T-t-t-tits up!

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
(Zigga-zigga-zigga-zigga)
Precious, brothers ain’t a name in lights
A last rice cake shared under flames and dice
That know to cope, gotta swap old campfire chillers
The kind that only grow in vampire state cellars
And climb out of jars when they migrate westward
Where they were free of any chessboard square
Hi, I don’t shake beer in the dark
I write but I’m no Shakespeare in the park
I’m a grownsed up punk with an ear for a heart and I hear you
Please wait here for the ark
Yes sir. Likely to fester inactive unless they address all the death
And distraction, shake hands with a foxhole raider
Got a grip like c-c-c-combo breaker
Tally up the dead folk squashed in a car
Fire still warm they couldn’t have gone far