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Right off the bat, feel a little iffy
shout from the truck “Get a real job hippie!”
Just like that, stationary again
tyre marks leak out from a permanent pen
Well fuck it, heel click snare hit unfortunately
unhype trite thin skin shed by spite.
Asbestos eyes and a butane tongue,
a ray suit ‘round an iron lung
Purist rhymes held under my breath
patiently awaiting for my jaw to unclench
See all the views confined to the bench
in another time and place would be condemned to death
Wont apologize for the way I'm living
barefaced contempt leaves me fucking livid
Without due respect refuse to engage
wont change for your sake
Im soft with a PH
Acid! Sprinklers melt a hole in my pocket
near the CCTV camera adjacent to my wallet
Abundant misdemeanors, Krylon and queer procedures
on another patch of earth condemned by the preachers
Soft-boiled, glum shoe, terminally ‘ill’
half ‘-mattic’ half ‘repute’ influence overkill
When just existing overwhelms you wont get very far
seein' me and hooligan down by the schoolyard.
Rudeness is not a talent, vortex for attention
tension amplifying, projecting your intentions.
Dreaming for a villain and the hero never tells
the assertion comes discretion, swallowing vomit cures the sick
Electromagnet scene, never gonna let go
Tuesday afternoon tackle tripping out in TESCO
The bated breaths are getting rearranged form the top of my lungs
I'm soft with a PH.
Basically bleached, toxic ungluing
ineffectively cruising for an ego stroke schmoozing/
With the pickup artist put downs and alpha male howls
I get it!
Don't blame me for your undoing
Facing three hags, circling a cauldron
a playschool night hiding under plastic pauldrons
Lame, baked men claiming to be spider
no surplus of time to roll with uneasy riders
Wow! Killer instinct leading to the massacre
time for the hunt, you know I'm a gatherer
Instant heat, offensive reflex
lack mind or war games,
i don't respond to threats, man.
So much for self awareness or to even cede your views
once in a baw baw baw didlly dang blue moon
nope!
All your misplaced rage, wont suffer gladly.
I'm soft with a PH
Snap like that, slip out the trap,
Waltz away with a target on my back,
All the empathy you lack,
Well its not my duty to give it back
Fixed debates you’ve claimed you won,
everyday I'm tellin' you son,
That every single night
Hard-line, line-drive,
no shame for the hate you feel inside
Alright, right mind,
everything in due time
Oh shit!
Wadda ya’ know?
Play it off as a fucking joke
Save your breath,
I know your ways,
don’t front to me.
I’m soft with a PH
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It’s a compulsion I find
propulsion from my mind/
Doppler effect when you hear me sprint by
marching with my buddies I feel a bit of guilt
rolling out full tilt like a peterbuilt
Bopping down the incline with a wallet chain,
passing traffic stay to the left lane
Blessed folks made carabiners punk rock,
arms swinging around like suburban Sasquatch
Got places to see and people to be,
Footloose fancy free apathy
Show up to your meeting bright pink and real sweaty love
10 years late and 20 minutes too early
Got no time to waste in ps or queues
fixed my gait to sprint like I got something to prove
professional attire to perspire through
rallentando is not something to aspire to
tough as you try hard to feel hardcore
walking face first into closed bus door
time to sprint down a bakers dozen more blocks
they call me cristata when they see me jaywalk
Volcanic inaction
feel my soul’s maladaption
grit on the pavement makes feel a-traction
Black baseball cap obscure my greasy doo
at least I got one goal that I can follow through
Left right left right
tread through your
blisters and you’ll feel alright
Left right left right
burned out accrued electrolytes
Left right left right
walking right past the intended site
Left right left right left right go
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Got you yelling in my headphones
face on the pavement when i'm fumbling back up again
got you stuck in my speakers
on another late drive alone
speeding down the country roads
see you again
when i see you again
ill sing the words right back in your face
see you again
the only thing that will change is the ink on your tshirt
all the rain that fell
rusts all the pins on your vest
from all of those bands
and every one of those nights
all black canvas
all the tangling threads
all the times my dental floss rope was near the end
vfw tear off my collar
outside sacrifice my sleeves for the summer
mosh pit digits ripped a whole in the chest
and repetitive wear did away with the rest
laundromats
basements
backyards
punk bars
scrap bonfires
light only by the stars
stopped on street by a dude with a glare
point to my chest with designs to compare
soaked with the beer that soaked through my jacket
starring down my mischief brew sunglasses
got no keys, got no phone, walking back all alone/
there's nothing else, that i can do
sing those songs right back to you
and all of the time that you cant quantify
when your day to day dreams get pushed to the side
commuter muses ruminating like tea
when your cup boils over I'm in the front row to see
screams and chords and mics unite
like ringing in my ears at night
labor pains that will define our meaningless
little lives.
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