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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,385
Peak in subgenre #787
Author
Geometrik
Rights
Copyright 2003
Uploaded
December 05, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
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Lyrics
Commentary
When the tall ships come sailing in
I’ll be at the tidemark
standing on a large rock
beating my own chest in/
instead of going through confession
I’ll tell them it was depression
blame it on a native man
and have the Queen arrest him/
execute him with a flaming staff
while hollering, “he’s a fag!”
jab the corpse with a victory flag
and claim my rights to pity laughs/
I’m all the about piggy backs
graveyard shifts
and baggy slacks
just wait till I sell this shack
and resurrect H.P. Lovecraft/
my craft
is nothing less than sad
I battle good and bad
while drawing pictures of my client’s doom on a legal pad/
I’d involve myself in all their hopes
call the shots and then elope
with irony- we’d molest the pope
but I ain’t in the mood for your stupid jokes/
letting go of crude ebonics
keeping relationships platonic
shit is just a good idea
like Wesley Willis hooked on phonics/
sonically
I’m bigger than the Ronettes
honestly
my plots got more twist that Chubby Check(er)/
probably
you never heard of the muscles I flex
I’m calling out so called artists
who’s focus is solely on sex/
I have a weakness
and need a panacea to make it better
I have this weird fondness
for writing emcees scarlet letters/
ahhhhhh really though, I lie way to much
I’d fake a punch
and make you duck
so I could steal the bottom bunk/
you want to see me drunk?
Get belligerent and cuss?
That’s as likely as America
giving up the war on drugs/
and speaking of
what’s up with LSD conspiracies
I’m merry like the pranksters
but I’d assassinate Ken Kesey/
Really?
Don’t believe everything you read
instead, I recommend blocking your ears
and believing everything you see/
just in case you thought the air you breathe was free
remember when they dropped H-Bombs
and sprayed backyards with DDT?/
Really? Tell me it ain’t so G!
I thought you knew the Illuminati chanted a chorus of gimme gimme/
gimme that culture
gimme that country
gimme the authority
gimme control of the weather and the tides of the sea/
gimme money
I want playboy bunnies
gimme the universe
ooh that’s deep!
gimme riches (beyond belief/)
I throw rocks
at the noggins of air born seagulls
I blow shots
at the directors of terrible Segal sequels/
I break lockets
off the necks of nostalgic people
and make cops
really dispose of those confiscated kilos/
heros of mine
include Kenneth Star and John Grisham
I’d idolize the likes of Stephen King
but I think Old Yeller bit him/
give my words to charity
and when they’re hearts melt I lick them
I’d sign prints of my game face
but kids are out of my jurisdiction/
fix them loop holes
with rainbow flavored bubble gum
rigging public poles
is not the only thing I do for fun/
the high school mentality will never be overdone
so I expose insecurities of overly overt daughters and sons/
it makes me feel better
about myself- that’s for sure
when I come back from a Grateful Dead tour
with a body physically mature/
I’m ready for sex!
lies and videotape galore
but I plaster warning labels on my lips
and worship Tipper Gore/
thrash about the cesspool until my arms are sore
wash my brain daily
like I joined the marine core/
looking to the heavens
before they even shout “fore!”
if dinosaurs roamed the planet
I’d definitely be a herbivore/
but I stick to my kind
like in the Land Before Time
and enter churches armed with flaming arrows
and a Rambo knife/
one of these days
I’m sure to win the Pulitzer Prize
for such a daring escape
and snatching the body of Anne Rice/
I play tic tac toe
where I scribble x’s and o’s
composing a portrait
of those
who’s game is women/
listening with frozen lobes
I’m sending invisible probes
in hopes that you’ll pit your fingers against your toes
and drop the linen/
cus dreams are meant to be
part of your r
