Aesop Rock - 39 Thieves - Instrumental lyrics

And it is with the dogs with their
Rifles, thousands of them line the pavement
Like patients pupae waiting to become worms
(I feel good as new, good
As new, good as new, good as new)
The people are dead
But the money keeps talking

Another dark night, teethin the
Market of B-sheep
Like I'm walking around the 39
Thieves in a beat spores of a warm Helvetica
Brown proper for the
Odd gutter monster propped
On the teleprompter
Wild blue yonder blue in the face angel
Blew into the bugle in lieu of
The euthanasia
Usually the shooter community chew
The corpse but I
See the wolves have already gotten


To you and yours, day of the dead
Play the ledge closely train the barrel
Of monkeys to aim at
The lowest bogey, dope, the gonzo
Have always felt choked socially
Stole the golden fleece with the culture of
Total nobodies earth lies divided by fighting
Tribes all we do is watch em
Waddle back and forth lighting fires
(money money) detonator wire cutters pliers
Two cities and one
Is broken up in tiny tiles and I walk, pose
Harmin the heart of the lion's throat
For a photographic children of
My primordial growth
You parade around a kill so damn proud
Like a flat-line fetish had
His feathers fanned out
War totem symmetry, skip into it gingerly
Silk worms ping pong minister to
Ministry, hells bells every which
Way the winds blows, so I
Bang my head against any wall you can build
Go

Another dark night, another not
Alright, another bad ritual, war-bot
Surgery, better follow the bread-crumbs
Back, in fact, urgently
There's water through the session where the
Natives feel murder-y
Vicinity wandered claim no zone never
Let an anchor drop
Never had a home never talk to
Strangers never trust a friend
This is the life and the life will not end
(Money money money money money money)
(Good as new, good as new, good as new
Good as new)

Next time think, 39 thieves, quicker than 40
Winks, raise your drinks, 39 thieves
Quicker than 40 winks
Why are you consumed with
The community aloofness
Dude we're animals we'll just go
Where the most food is, lower the
Toast most former letter-kid is useless
Truth is you're equally
Expendable as spoon-fed (money money)
Money is cool I'm only human but they use
It as a tool to make the workers
Feel excluded
Like the shinier the jewel the more exclusive
The troop is, bullets don't
Talk bribes stupid, they shoot shit

Another dark night, down it goes
Tread around the rabbit hole
Weapons to the heavens and arsenic
Where the carrots grow
Piss warm suger water where the
Summer canteen plus burn
Rubber like green is the new green, rubber
Neck froze, slows by the multiplex
Rodeo commotion
I'm open to see what culminates, bourgie on
The right, left rep rebel force, both
Say the futile "prove the parking
Lot was never yours, " black top pebble
Bores, soldiers molded when the joneses every
Grown-up in Dakota came to groping
No motives they showed
Em the gross quotas, hog barn burner come
See if your home told us, 85
Rattle trap park the fancy, he could swear
He was steppin outta Comanche, antsy
Let us in he jettison
The medicine and paranormal
Hatchery condense and break the levees in
(money money) , we both know the
Totem camaraderie, tokin' up equality, they
Posted horizontally, pride of golden load the
Doctor brought a lobster colony
Half mass slags have caps through em
Properly, and sleep the sleep of the just
Ready on the left when the witchcraft spun
It with a neighboring sect, with the usual
Undesirables and the Big Brother cutters
On the day your name
Became "This motherfucker?!"

Another dark night, another not
Alright, another bad ritual, war-bot
Surgery, better follow the bread-crumbs
Back, in fact, urgently
There's water through the session where the
Natives feel murder-y
Vicinity wanders claim no zone never
Let an anchor drop
Never had a home never talk to
Strangers never trust a friend
This is the life and the life will not end
This is the life, this is the life
This is the life the people are dead but
The money keeps talking