Tumbleweed

[Aesop Rock] Z-z-z-z, pop go the landscape Belly-up throwing socks at the fan blades One o’clock, dummy lock eyes with a mickey mouse pancake Pox on his tipping side handshake Slobs in a city-wide campground, translate Tan lions examining how the lamb taste Needs more saffron, lead 4 eyes where his hands ain’t Hand-painted mask on, Badassquiat Tap math rock on a harp string Mosh like a sasquatch l.a.r.p.ing Seen amoebas grow to vapid fashionistas Freeing a can of worms mistook for a panacea See the regulars exude a particular brand of diva ‘til a basic interaction take a local anesthesia to stomach Amnesia beloved, reanimated from the chrysalis Splitting atoms over shitty crinkle cuts, lemme guess Another mac the knife with the passion of christ I would rather be trapped in ice He flexi with the tech and exit left from the director’s chair Pocket-knife and a box of strike anywheres Might break off from the pack like Uncle Traveling Matt Mail a couple suspicious packages back But the mission is in front of him Operation tooth and nail Turn troops into boots and belts [Billy Woods] Russian roullette relationships Step in the front door guns to your own heads His & her 44s matching rubber grips Just Me & My Bitch/romantic revolvers She threatened to leave/replied I’d buy that for a dollar Took a few weeks But I’m back to rolling ‘em smaller It’s the little things The bitter flings Rebounding with the illest springs Icarus aloft on pride’s brittle wings Heavy hand/Singapore Slings/Good man I appreciate a barkeep who keep my cup on brim And might perhaps point me towards some trim Eye blinks pan flashes Suddenly the only person in the bar not wearing glasses Keeps a flask in hand but for that special someone might pass it The Minus Man Takes his meals alone close to home two glasses Cote de Rhone Slipped out unnoticed/the tip was decent Nods good evening to policemen passing the precinct Must’ve already made quota Crocodile Tears P.W. Botha Maybe I shoulda stuck it out instead going home to a sofa Arrived via chauffeur Dipped in a jack-o-lantern arm in arm with a slattern Shot from the hip/excuses in the holster/extended clip One in the head and I ain't stop squeezing till I knew it was dead