Klutz歌詞

[00:00.35]I am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate
[00:06.76]Can’t ********** a ************
[00:08.83]From the underfunded Klutz who never undercut the butcher
[00:11.99]The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping "I'm your pusher"
[00:14.96]Also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate
[00:17.85]Brooding over waking history that bubbles
[00:19.92]From the blinking 12s of VCRs and Microwaves
[00:22.73]Like time machines for shrinking elders,
[00:24.26]Rifling through their recipe
[00:25.40]Carrots, onions, celery,
[00:26.99]What unique amalgam of piss and repugnant energy
[00:30.07]Spun him out of the 70s, to b-line for dessert?
[00:32.82]Fire-eater trying to keep it on the green side of the dirt
[00:35.78]This is tea-time with the worst,
[00:37.18]Geriatrics on the decline of berserk
[00:39.44]Back in my day we were three times more alert
[00:41.63]Now I go through my old clothing
[00:43.33]Trying to find nostalgic threads to sell
[00:45.20]Walk away feeling like I should have never dressed myself
[00:48.48]Sincerely I was never on the cutting edge,
[00:51.21]My hand was on the hilt
[00:52.30]You’re free to build with the other end
[00:54.27]Shriek into the vacuum if in spite of your accomplishments
[00:57.10]You wake up feeling empty like Houdini’s grave probably is
[00:59.88]Volley with the quintessential digital ager,
[01:02.50]I'm offended by everything
[01:04.14]My opinions come in a manger, oh boy
[01:06.51]Depreciating since they drove me off the lot,
[01:08.75]Still into ghost stories and pot and the classic coconut bra
[01:11.72]Procedural crime drama shows with holes in the plot,
[01:14.64]And reminding clones
[01:15.63]There’s more to coping than a nose full of snot
[01:17.81]Ah, old pros throw 'bows to the 808,
[01:21.27]You couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate
[01:24.21]Bishop to queen 4 in damn Daniels under ram skulls
[01:27.92]Plan for cloudy with a chance of anvils
[01:30.01]Fever dreams of padded cells and jagged pills in frozen pipes
[01:33.20]Socialites from pageant hell with plastic smiles and robot eyes
[01:36.30]I’m hoping you all grow into the sentience you assume
[01:38.72]As your moment of self-reflection is a moment for me too
[01:42.08]Look, with the steel chair,
[01:43.55]Sure to serve the veal rare,
[01:45.16]Brush up your evasion and basic tactical field care
[01:48.24]I was on that constant futile rage before the internet
[01:51.19]I been ignored for longer than you’ve been interested
[01:54.17]The posse promise you nobody feels threatened
[01:57.06]By a scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomed
[01:59.92]That’s like hellions thinking hell is just ok but needs some polish
[02:02.96]It helps to know intimidation’s all about the optics
[02:05.79]Come duck a bounty, it's a hoot,
[02:07.86]Suffolk County it's a zoo, puppy chow and *****es brew
[02:10.64]It's not exactly chicken soup, it’s heavy-lifters lifting,
[02:13.19]It’s ginseng on his whistling
[02:14.92]It’s we don’t find the flippancy convincing,
[02:17.01]2 for flinching, older yeller
[02:18.73]Never knew a no-kill shelter in his doggie days
[02:21.28]Now I draw my neighbors over Kouign-amanns and coffee stains
[02:24.29]A walled and whirling urchin, more observant than audacious
[02:26.93]I document the great unwashed and curse in Lithuanian
[02:29.82]For a gallery of grifters channeling Sid’s action figures grafted
[02:33.41]With his little sister’s after markers glue and scissors
[02:36.03]It’s trippy, the truth and fiction moving to a center
[02:38.85]Maybe it’s weirder they’ve never been photographed together
[02:41.87]Sometimes the stomach disappears from under a retreating lens
[02:45.10]And patterns of a need to please abusive folk reveal themselves
[02:48.26]I’m peeling back the layers, I’m sneaking past the lasers
[02:50.92]I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a seed to blackened acres
[02:53.94]The dogs I think are following me home are out to kill me
[02:56.88]Your music makes a ************ wanna move to Elm Street
[03:00.08]Rejection of the spirit by the body at your service,
[03:02.91]If you mess-up every friendship come get swept up in the current
[03:05.90]Here, wheels fall off of cars when they see him,
[03:09.04]Seas part, green trees march out of Eden
[03:11.88]I'm known to eat the heart and keep the archery uneven
[03:15.00]Are you starting to be part of the kinesis?
[03:20.94]Got me on some other ****
[03:27.06]Got me on some other ****
[03:33.05]Got me on some other ****
[03:38.85]Got me on some other ****