Leisureforce

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] Postcards from the pink bath paint leisure As a cloaked horse through a stained-glass Saint Peter Hack faith-healer, cheat death to the very end Cherry wooden nickels on his specs for the ferrymen X-O, Zodiac a pentagram expo Pet Semetery in electric fresco Abaddon threshold, flash forged in a galley With undead orcs pulling oars through the algae Smash cut to a smoke-bombed quarantine Guards like, "All signs correlate with sorcery" It's more a dormant cell of valor as awoken by the smell of sordid power And defecting shortly after Fist bump dry land, brackish Cat nap 15, back to swiss-cheese the flagship, uh Blue in the menacing grip of a day for which you're manifestly unfit [Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Final answer "not to be", "not to be" is right! Next question - to build winged shoes or autophagy Silk screen band tees, take apart a VCR Ringer off, canned peas, cabin fever mi amor Patently adhering to the chandelier of key-in-door To usher in the understated anarchy of leisureforce Led a purple tongue and ratty caballeros Up over the black rainbow into the house of mirrors To become a thousand zeroes, echoing a twisted alchemy Freak flags, fluttering to circadian free jazz Sleep apnea, scratching, "bring that beat back" I doze off, clothes on, nose in the feedbag Shhh.. Om-nom-nom, blinds drawn Compost thrown to the spine pile, bygones Mangy, intimately spaced pylons On a plot of inhospitable terrain, "Hi mom!" [Hook: Aesop Rock] (x2) Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter, bit shifter Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter, bit shifter No sleep, gold mine, front door circled Proceed, low light, 24 curfews Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter, bit shifter Midsummer, bit crusher, midwinter, bit shifter Crows beak, cold night, unmoored virtue Proceed, snow-blind, 24 curfews [Verse 3: Aesop Rock] Raise up the bridge, lower the portcullis Rain forks into mutton, no abort button Core pump, assorted color sugar water Poor lummox, unexplained ailments and doesn't work well with others Wet nose on the glass, Garibaldi half cookie dough Lock jaw, Don 4 walls like a wooden coat Behold the rotting fruit of excommunication A ruby tide insubordinate to lunar phases That maneuver past the beaches to the bosom of the pavement Now the bow drill smolder in a flooded bit of basement Grace of a misled teen who prefers his scenes with a little Wilhelm scream The ambush predator edition Skill set of Will Tell Aim and speed over short distance Part hatter-mad, part erratic habitat Dark matter harnessing his heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack [Hook]