Coffee

[Chorus: Aesop Rock] We don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie talkies We don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee No, we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie-talkies We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go [Verse 1: Aesop Rock] And the last shall be First to immerse in the pass out heat Face in the mud where the moxie melt 'Till he woke up drowning in tchotchke hell More in a cave with a torch on the wall Than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls On a brand new day, saw what he saw Property owners who crawl to the mall With a bad toupee and a face like he author the law Pace like he mourning a loss Right hand on a can of worms Left full of gold he will trade for turf, I mean That's ok, you got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day But a model of mercy and might, no way Marionette who will clap and obey Dude, look, all that noise Call that flight of the water boys Meet and greet and they all slap five Cheek to cheek when they colonize And a grown-ass man shall abide as he wish Walk that path with a dime and a stick Walk that path with a diamond and wine Walk that path to the firing line Just walk, pay no mind To the new recruit with the play-doh spine Let's be friends from opposite ends Wave to the kid don't hop on the fence Play to the radius far and away Orbit wide don't park in his space One little martyr who talk in his face Make one little Weathermen sharpen the blades [Chorus] [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] And the last shall be First to the curb with the mad cow meat Face in the bars of a regular cell When he woke up high in collectible hell Boom town kid who was taught by the binge That a man who expire with the most shit win That's warpy american nonsense penned by the rich Not a routine friend in a pinch Still not used to the stench How it throws off otherwise lucid events In the case the afraid observe I got a Pro-Keds box full of layman's terms, it goes Hey, peace, pray for the plagued Major relief and capacious rains But just cuz I don't want to war with you It don't mean go warm up the barbecue I'm like pardon you, sawed off limit My high noon is a quick little minute I don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic Who simply isn't going to ever really get it This HQ is alive and alone No driveway no sign of a home No dial tone, no line for the phone No world's tiniest violin song And I might just lie to them all, lie in the morgue With a deep breath hiding and bored Fighting a smile, highly annoyed When the timing is right I will rise and record Call for the monster beats and Blockhead got Animal drums like he's doctor teeth It goes red light green light 1 2 3 One large coffee, fuck you, peace [Bridge: Aesop Rock] T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S [Outro: John Darnielle] I crawled down to the basement When the weather got cold Like a lost lamb returning to the fold And when the outside world recedes from view It's just a year's supply of make-up And memories of you 1967 Colt 45, holding back the vampires Keeping me alive There's an envelope with some cash in it Out by the front door This is what they make you take the medication for