Tits Up

[Aesop Rock] 5 day forecast clouds in a piss cup Trying to pinpoint when the shit went tits up [Kimya Dawson] Whatcha gonna do to get your ass out of this rut So you don’t live your whole life tits up [Aesop Rock] (Zigga-zigga-zigga-zigga) Precious, brothers ain’t a name in lights A last rice cake shared under flames and dice That know to cope, gotta swap old campfire chillers The kind that only grow in vampire state cellars And climb out of jars when they migrate westward Where they were free of any chessboard square Hi, I don’t shake beer in the dark I write but I’m no Shakespeare in the park I’m a grownsed up punk with an ear for a heart and I hear you Please wait here for the ark Yes sir. Likely to fester inactive unless they address all the death And distraction, shake hands with a foxhole raider Got a grip like c-c-c-c-combo breaker Tally up the dead folk squashed in a car Fire still warm they couldn’t have gone far [Kimya Dawson] Packed up tough in your double stuff swimtrunks Cannonballs recalled when your shit split Tits up [Aesop Rock] New high score on the IHop Dig-Dug Pretty cool otherwise pretty much Tits up [Kimya Dawson] How can I save you when I can barely save myself? Codependent No More on my audiobook shelf Cruise to your town in my cape and my unitard See what I can do with my lyrics and my guitar Now I got my sidekick who brings the beatdown Have you seen the size of his feet? Clown shoes with his own name in gold on the side If you’re in the dark we’ll bring a little Lite Brite Pop in the pegs Make cute pictures Pick up some merch, make us permanent fixtures On the self-help shelf of your record collection So if shit’s tits up you can make the selection That will take you from limp to a little bit pumped up Our HQ is gluten free bun truck Shhh, zip your lips Don’t tell the bad guys Shine that giant bun signal in the sky Wait a few months for us to arrive Big group hug, a little awkward Hi [Aesop Rock] One day you’re in luck One day you’re stealing cigarettes from a flipped truck Dick face, Tits up [Kimya Dawson] You feel a little better when we sign your high tops When you get home it’s the same old tits up [Aesop Rock] One half megafawna one half mall rat, haul ass Straight face, dove-tailed ball cap Grape ape unveil plans for the van use Drive to your shit town, tell you that your band rules Live with the get down, maybe out of shampoo Radio on scan for a stanza to lampoon Under the bum drum cutter is a real motherfuckers' motherfucker, motherfucker [Kimya Dawson] Alex Karras and Conraid Bain and Leather Tuscadero And Pinky and the Brain re-enacting the Universal masturbation movie Dolph cold cocks Courtney love boobies and that over the shoulder anaconda holder You were close to the hole, you’re getting colder Bogeyed your birdie when I powdered my putter But there ain’t no fluffer that can fluff this nutter [Aesop Rock] One day you’re in love One day you’re pills suck One day your shits fucked Nip tuck tits up [Kimya Dawson] Snookie in a snuggie at the walt witman pitstop Cinnabon, Bon Jovi, slippery tits up [Aesop Rock] High noon, milk duds, cherry cola big gulp Corn dog, dim sum, moon pie, tits up [Kimya Dawson] Swab your six lips with cholorform litmus Colorforms, horshack, Rorschach Tits up [Aesop Rock] Hey Mom, life’s good, works great, tip tops P.S. send cash, half dead, Tits up [Kimya Dawson] Riding on the back of Undercat Battlepop Underoos, big sword, top drawers Tits up [Aesop Rock] Can’t plug an old faithful with a fist fuck No rain coat, no dice Go Tits up [Kimya Dawson] Shine my shoe kicking elevator missed hugs Seventeenth floor nothing but bugs Tits up [Aesop Rock] Brunch at the strip club, corn beef, crisp ones Four teeth, pink tux, pornstache Tits up [Kimya Dawson] Joey Martin Lawrence – WHOA! Little Stevie King Tut Bad taste walkaways, eternal blame Tits up [Aesop Rock] This’ll be remembered as the year you ruined Christmas Figgy pudding everywhere, shitty footing Tits up [Kimya Dawson] Willy Wonka shooting blanks Tae Bo Banks catwalk Looking glass Flexed ass Fizzy lifting tits up [Aesop Rock] Block block, chop block, chop, kick, kick, punch Step over the line if you ever feel tits up [Kimya Dawson] Bert cake Unabomber Eyebrow Shit’s punk Trimmed muff not so much Fluff’s tough Tits up