Fantastic Damage

[Intro] Now the evening has come to a close And I've had my last dance with you So on to the empty streets we go And it might be my last chance with you So I might as well get it over with The things I have to say Won't wait until another day Shut up Whoooooo Whoooooo Whoooooo Check this out [Verse 1] The Fabulous structure that's coaxed out of rubbles puddles splash Mechanisms burn with beeping sounds that own their humans sold as Ruthless rounds of radio dust, Cranial mush, men get flattened out Radials spun on dusted combatant joust After house of the dead heads fled, it's just the city moans Malignant kid in it with sentence of sinister conferred Magna-funk asbestos, the best at closed-quarters shit Some will gravitate to the falcon and burn in wordlessness Hangin' with the herd is my joy We buoy ordertake employ When the farmers feed the murder rate ploy We stow collected rebel factions in dirt and just follow The citizens all love to be loved, we just follow Figure they ate the kids, homey So fuck em save the adults Kids are patriotic, robotic, operate catapults And goose-step over innocence Vagrant of Reaganomics phasing Read the books that will burn at the barn raising (Independent like a fuck) (Oh, Jesus) You misinterpreted that Funcrush shit So man, funcrush this Spectacular dawning of the heardthinner faction where distraction is bliss Tyrell took a sabatical but back for the new semester (rockin that) Class action suit from the Laundromat of velour and pressed polyester American history exo-bytes cypher with the tainted offspring, gimme nodos quick You need to haul that mega-dumb style to the antique roadshow, bitch The system bleeds for the radio angry, rock that wound aesthetic The name of this routine is live at man you just don't get it Please try to compartmentalize my dick With a little bit a that bitch hubris When the ritalin starts to fade I might get lucid Every mindfuck I handout comes with a free month of internet access And an updated year 2003 version of the mega clapper (you know the drill, clap off) This is the third installment of a prequel that was never written right Filmed with that classic Brooklyn magic, without Lucasarts graphics Rendered cuddly comic relief creatures or terrible child actors Get off that jade elephant, you're stoned, and remember everything backwards