Fast Cars lyrics

[Aesop Rock]

Who's that walking with a hole in his head?

Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread

What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?

I tell 'em..ah, fuck it, yo!

I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck

Gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrastle the fangs off of my fist

Flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres

On some holiday in Cambodia with motor-home appraisers

Pagans fade into the Kodachrome - now, later

With a lid to brow staple

Revist the cobra loading zone

Molar foaming, but he hold his own wound

Cauterized, by the Zippo he had stole that afternoon

And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built

Grew up with a jughead crown tilt and tardy slip

Be all you can be just never soothed us (Nope!)

You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush

Holler scum's lullaby

Live from the ultra-fly, sham city bunker

Where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly

Hush little baby, timeout!

The black market mockingbirds can not sing a lick

But learn to peck your eyes out

Of commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths

Pick on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten's escape

Solder the piston to pump - out a veteran amplifier

And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire

Flush the moppet hootenanny

Who could fancy, honor circuit when the circle's every duke is clammy?

Trooper, scoop the food in pantry

Ante up, stupid!

May delusion feed em foofi candy

And pry the gold out of his tooth when lamping

Pocket all you can now

Block will lead the lambs down

To the cold cutlery outfit, slaughter beef and cow tip

Pour the chief some fountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus

And pry this monkey off the Scoliosis like

Who's that walking with a hole in his head?

Bazooka Tooth, gemini, I came to break bread

What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?

I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, let's go

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives

I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed

[Aesop Rock]

It's like never mind the bullocks

Fuck, like every other week these hipster tabloids

Jumping on and off my Sex Pistol's bullets

Like every other week he spins the bottle

Like every other week these fucking fanzines forget if they spit or swallow

Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow

Cause my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile

Fortunate for me, it coincides with what comes natural

So the mongrels that I run with turn the "fuck you's" into fast food

Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust

Nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his mother's truck (uh-oh)

Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag

Will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag (bang)

This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers

Stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns

Tend to bubble up, weathermen huddle up

Today, the son of one too many "yes sir's"

Kings his checkers, watch the double jump

Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down

To the last diseases, it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twister

Defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard

I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging

Like Serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing

Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace:

Kill every motherfucker but me

You cool with that? Cool, bang

You? Cool, hang

You? No? Uh..bang? Cool

Sorry, dog, rules is rules

And too long have I followed yours

I'm trying to get them years back

And walk through every Cypher with dynamite in a beer hat

Who's that walking with a hole in his head?

Bazooka Tooth Krueger, I came to break bread

What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times?

I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, let's go

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives

Fast cars, danger, fire and knives

I got her majesty Athena riding shotty wide-eyed