Aesop Rock, Mojo - Dragon Coaster lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock, Mojo - Dragon Coaster lyrics]
A swamped rat in the
Labyrinth huntin' derriere
Skeletal vessel crafts where the
Liquid meets the prairie (right)
Limp a long, spill it
His speech is bumped into infantry
Simply smiled about it and ran victory
My tenant blanket the banquet
A thank and a jacket i sank into my prayers
Let the steam roll of the lip of the kettle
My flying-contraption drips in a bucket
A bum drunk with nine
Planets that circle planning
And won't even share a cup with the Sun
The flow commit's ablaze harassment
Of my entrapment fragments
Opened up all ears leads
Towards mild display adaption i'm old
The creak of a rusted hinge notified every
Market place common apart the dust pan
That are roped in a slogan picket
But can't finger their motives (right)
Surgeons work their shifts with queued
Suit's broke in the motion (right)
Storytelling casualties is magic on
A rotten day
"But we already know the one about
The fish that got away"
Man, I walk a bridge with tin cans
With both my flags within hands
Barnished and tarnished skeletal frames
Sentinel devil tin man
Cannibal taught me about an iron
Galaxy where I sleep
Yeah but I'm trying to find that if
My tin-figure is special or obsolete
I dash with dreams with an attraction
To the captions at the bottom
"Here lies a tailor made slate obstacle"
I can feel the remnants of your
Devilish smiled offered a slay
But I'd rather play the Sun and let it fade
Labyrinth huntin' derriere
Skeletal vessel crafts where the
Liquid meets the prairie (right)
Limp a long, spill it
His speech is bumped into infantry
Simply smiled about it and ran victory
My tenant blanket the banquet
A thank and a jacket i sank into my prayers
Let the steam roll of the lip of the kettle
My flying-contraption drips in a bucket
A bum drunk with nine
Planets that circle planning
And won't even share a cup with the Sun
The flow commit's ablaze harassment
Of my entrapment fragments
Opened up all ears leads
Towards mild display adaption i'm old
The creak of a rusted hinge notified every
Market place common apart the dust pan
That are roped in a slogan picket
But can't finger their motives (right)
Surgeons work their shifts with queued
Suit's broke in the motion (right)
Storytelling casualties is magic on
A rotten day
"But we already know the one about
The fish that got away"
Man, I walk a bridge with tin cans
With both my flags within hands
Barnished and tarnished skeletal frames
Sentinel devil tin man
Cannibal taught me about an iron
Galaxy where I sleep
Yeah but I'm trying to find that if
My tin-figure is special or obsolete
I dash with dreams with an attraction
To the captions at the bottom
"Here lies a tailor made slate obstacle"
I can feel the remnants of your
Devilish smiled offered a slay
But I'd rather play the Sun and let it fade