Aesop Rock, El-P - 39 Thieves lyrics

Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles
Thousands of them line the pavement
Like patient pupae waiting to become worms

The people are dead, but the money keeps
Talking keep-keeps-keep-keeps talking
The people are dead, but
The money keeps talking, keep
Keeps-keep-keeps talking

(Another dark night) Teething I'm
Marking a beast sheep
Like I walk in front of 39 thieves in a "v"
Smores over warm helvetica brown proper
For the odd God or monster
Propped to teleprompter
Wild blue yonder, blue in the face, angel
Blew into the bugles 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 a barrel of monkeys to
Aim at the lowest bogey
Dope the gonzo I've always
Felt choked socially
Stole the golden fleece with the
Culture of total nobodies
Earth rised, divided by fighting tribes
All we do is watch 'em waddle
Back and forth lighting fires money money
Detonator, wire cutter, pliers
Two cities enter
One is broken up in tiny tiles
And I wonʼt pose arm in the
Heart of the lionʼs throat
For a photographic token of
My primordial growth
You parade around and kill, so damn proud
Like a flatline fetish
Had it's feathers fanned out
War taught him symmetry
Skipped into it gingerly
Silk worms ping-pong ministry to ministry
Hell's bells every which way
The the wind blows so I bang my head against
Any wall you can build, go

Another dark night, another not alright
Another bad ritual, more botched surgery
Better follow the bread crumbs back in fact
Urgently
Or waddle through this section where
The natives feel "murdery"
Vicinity wander, claim no soul
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

Next time think
39 thieves are quicker than 40 winks
Raise your drinks
39 thieves are quicker than 40 winks

We're not concerned with
The community aloofness dude, we're animals
We just go where the most food is
Lower the toast
Most formal etiquette is useless
Truth is you're equally
Expendable if 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 take bribes stupid
They shoot shit

(Another dark night)
Calicos tread around the rabbit hole
Weapons to the heavens and arsenic
Where the carrots grows
Piss warm sugar water, what a summer canteen
Plus burned rubber like "green
Is the new green"
Rubber neck froze, slows by the multiplex
Rodeo commotion
I'm open to see what culminates
Bougie on the right, left rep rebel force
Both say the feud will prove the
Parking lot was never yours
Black top pebble wars
Soldiers molded where the
Jonesʼs every grown-up
Wants decoded came to grow in
No motive, it showed up in gross quotas
Hog barn burner come see if
Your homes hold us
Eighty-five rattle trap parked and fancy
You could swear he was
Stepping out of Comanche, antsy
Let us in the jetty when
They jettison the medicine
And paranormal hatchet and cadets to
Break the levees in money money
Both know the totem camaraderie
Token of equality, they post it horizontally
Crown the golden loading dock
They crawl to lodge the colony
Half mast flags, half cabs loiter properly
And sleep the sleep of the
Just ready on the left
Where the witchcraft spun out
Of a neighboring sect
With the usual undesirables and
The big brother cutters on the day your name
Became "This Motherfucker?"

This-is-the-life the people are dead
But the money keeps talking
This-is-the-life talking
This-is-the-life money money
This-is-the-life