Aesop Rock - Bug Zapper lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Bug Zapper lyrics]
The first step is a doozy
It’s roulette with a mood ring
The birth of an old slang
The death of a new speak
A permanent post-game is littered
With bridge trolls
Skirting the copay, divvy the death toll
Innumerable codenames, alerted and mobile
Familiar rising, a furnace and coal pile
Resilient style kings, impossibly tantrum
Wandering wild things, opera less phantoms
On linoleum or lava
Leaders of a lead-foot fauna
His left source blunt force trauma
Not a pillar of the commune
A splinter off the pagan
Who wrote on the elusiveness
Of truth and exultation
From the point of view of
Students labeled putrid little aphids
By the beautiful and cryogenic
Stasis: sadists Meanwhile
Makers of a hideous whatnot
Committed to a lowdown Sisyphus up-rock
Are shaving at a truck stop
Aging exponentially
Homie, no myth, flowers grow where he piss
And I still row boats
Outta bottles without abandon
To shrink into the sunset
Bumping Pachelbel's Canon in D
Motherfucker! The author of the artistry
May or may not be weeping
To an automated pharmacy
"Hello hello? Shit!"
Too geeked up to even keep it down
Too peaced out to even be around
Too beat up to even breathe it out
(Too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
You wish you could dance more
I wish you would talk less
My gentlemen transform to bringers
Of off'd heads
In moments of land war, a Lazarus species
Tattered and bruised up
The back in the cheap seats
Hack his own crew cut, foam at the mush-mouth
Gag at the news truck, notably unsound
Dragging his clown shoes
Food in his moustache
Raggedy hounds tooth, zilch on a bus pass
I’m good! House at the
Beach of expelled hubcaps
Black lawn, backyard melting into Lovecraft
Bad yarn spun by the hum of the bug zapper
Of kings becoming runners
And runts becoming alphas
And underdogs with posters of
A front-side Tony Alva
On the sticker laden walls above
Their uncle’s Bowie albums
Of graduate to flyers of an execrated sigil
And live to see another
Sexy generation fizzle out keep rap homely:
Bear claw slippers, over-sized Billy Joel tee
Fat-faced, potbelly, neckbeard, crow’s feet
Rat nest, gross teeth, pock marks, go team!
I walk with Hawaii on a greenscreen behind me
So even the awkward pauses feel inviting
Standing at a landmark sleep drought keep out
Can’t talk now, too freaked out
Too geeked up to even keep it down
Too peaced out to even be around
Too beat up to even breathe it out
(Too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
It’s roulette with a mood ring
The birth of an old slang
The death of a new speak
A permanent post-game is littered
With bridge trolls
Skirting the copay, divvy the death toll
Innumerable codenames, alerted and mobile
Familiar rising, a furnace and coal pile
Resilient style kings, impossibly tantrum
Wandering wild things, opera less phantoms
On linoleum or lava
Leaders of a lead-foot fauna
His left source blunt force trauma
Not a pillar of the commune
A splinter off the pagan
Who wrote on the elusiveness
Of truth and exultation
From the point of view of
Students labeled putrid little aphids
By the beautiful and cryogenic
Stasis: sadists Meanwhile
Makers of a hideous whatnot
Committed to a lowdown Sisyphus up-rock
Are shaving at a truck stop
Aging exponentially
Homie, no myth, flowers grow where he piss
And I still row boats
Outta bottles without abandon
To shrink into the sunset
Bumping Pachelbel's Canon in D
Motherfucker! The author of the artistry
May or may not be weeping
To an automated pharmacy
"Hello hello? Shit!"
Too geeked up to even keep it down
Too peaced out to even be around
Too beat up to even breathe it out
(Too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
You wish you could dance more
I wish you would talk less
My gentlemen transform to bringers
Of off'd heads
In moments of land war, a Lazarus species
Tattered and bruised up
The back in the cheap seats
Hack his own crew cut, foam at the mush-mouth
Gag at the news truck, notably unsound
Dragging his clown shoes
Food in his moustache
Raggedy hounds tooth, zilch on a bus pass
I’m good! House at the
Beach of expelled hubcaps
Black lawn, backyard melting into Lovecraft
Bad yarn spun by the hum of the bug zapper
Of kings becoming runners
And runts becoming alphas
And underdogs with posters of
A front-side Tony Alva
On the sticker laden walls above
Their uncle’s Bowie albums
Of graduate to flyers of an execrated sigil
And live to see another
Sexy generation fizzle out keep rap homely:
Bear claw slippers, over-sized Billy Joel tee
Fat-faced, potbelly, neckbeard, crow’s feet
Rat nest, gross teeth, pock marks, go team!
I walk with Hawaii on a greenscreen behind me
So even the awkward pauses feel inviting
Standing at a landmark sleep drought keep out
Can’t talk now, too freaked out
Too geeked up to even keep it down
Too peaced out to even be around
Too beat up to even breathe it out
(Too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even
Leave your house)