Aesop Rock - Grace lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Grace lyrics]
I can't do it do it do it do do it
Ian why don't you say grace
"Dear God, thanks and if you loved me
Vegetables would be extinct"
Now I'm looking down the
Barrel of a string-bean
Side like an exodus of
Biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4, squeeze 5
Each one may not be excused from
The table ‘til the green gone
Stomach revvin‘ up an episodic rerun
Where's a dissipating plume of smoke
When you need one?
Chris and Graham hate ‘em too
But advocate a braver chew
Invented for the code red
Cola chaser, nose held, gulp!
Moments later, two have been released
Leaving me the legroom and the legume police
Going "freeze, you with the pretzeled arms
Send your fabricated nausea my best regards
And know this kitchen as a prison
‘til the pea pods die
I could sit here all night" so could I
(Who was at the door just now?)
Kids on dirt bikes asking you
To bunny-hop the curbsides (Really?)
Yup, I told 'em "oh he busy
He staring at his green beans
Being a total pussy"
Blink Twice if you are being held hostage
I speak and spell of a
Sleeper cell in the hospice
Woke, impersonating busy little helpers
That intimately purr between the
Hiccuping up of feathers
Pick a porcelain dish
A single portion canned frozen or fresh
Defies the glory of the Poultry or fish
Via communal bloodletting that rupture
The spud levy
No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly
Ever including at your basic
Cemetery for contaminated
Textures 60 minutes into never
Where room temp heirlooms emanate
A crude black mist
To a rendition of "dude, dad's pissed"
Tell dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing
A new gill hue
Still out-mule any last strafing watchmen
‘Til the lord taketh waiting as an option
(Who was at the door just now?)
Kids on dirt bikes asking you
To bunny-hop the curbsides (Really?)
Yup, I told 'em "oh he busy
He staring at his green beans
Being a total pussy"
(Who was at the door just now?)
Kids on skateboards asking you
To navigate the claymores (Really?)
Yup, I told 'em "oh he can't
He in the kitchen pouting and
Terrified of a plant"
Less like toes in a tide pool
More like, left, right
Poached from notable giant Kaiju
Fat neck, fine tooth, rock and lean, yelling
"This ends now, eat the god damn beans!" Ah!
Hangdog mouth talk slang wrong
And that there's
Flatware exhumed by a crane arm
Time for some action
Stab one ripe for a swipe and extraction
Brined in malpractice
Carried to the cavernous yap
And obliged access
If only in compliance with
A deep-fried fascist, peep
Literally bite down once
And my tongue get a flooding
From my uninvited guts
Pointer finger plug a hole in the dam
Ma notice, "okay, gross, blowfish
Dinner's over, go spit", pop call "bullshit"
Both of my brothers break in, like "he's
On his Davie Hogan no mistakin'", by the way
(Who was at the door just now?)
Kids on dirt bikes asking you
To bunny-hop the curbsides (Really?)
Yup, I told 'em "oh he busy
He staring at his green beans
Being a total pussy"
(Who was at the door just now?)
Kids on skateboards asking you
To navigate the claymores (Really?)
Yup, I told 'em "oh he can't
He in the kitchen pouting and
Terrified of a plant"
Ian why don't you say grace
"Dear God, thanks and if you loved me
Vegetables would be extinct"
Now I'm looking down the
Barrel of a string-bean
Side like an exodus of
Biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4, squeeze 5
Each one may not be excused from
The table ‘til the green gone
Stomach revvin‘ up an episodic rerun
Where's a dissipating plume of smoke
When you need one?
Chris and Graham hate ‘em too
But advocate a braver chew
Invented for the code red
Cola chaser, nose held, gulp!
Moments later, two have been released
Leaving me the legroom and the legume police
Going "freeze, you with the pretzeled arms
Send your fabricated nausea my best regards
And know this kitchen as a prison
‘til the pea pods die
I could sit here all night" so could I
(Who was at the door just now?)
Kids on dirt bikes asking you
To bunny-hop the curbsides (Really?)
Yup, I told 'em "oh he busy
He staring at his green beans
Being a total pussy"
Blink Twice if you are being held hostage
I speak and spell of a
Sleeper cell in the hospice
Woke, impersonating busy little helpers
That intimately purr between the
Hiccuping up of feathers
Pick a porcelain dish
A single portion canned frozen or fresh
Defies the glory of the Poultry or fish
Via communal bloodletting that rupture
The spud levy
No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly
Ever including at your basic
Cemetery for contaminated
Textures 60 minutes into never
Where room temp heirlooms emanate
A crude black mist
To a rendition of "dude, dad's pissed"
Tell dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing
A new gill hue
Still out-mule any last strafing watchmen
‘Til the lord taketh waiting as an option
(Who was at the door just now?)
Kids on dirt bikes asking you
To bunny-hop the curbsides (Really?)
Yup, I told 'em "oh he busy
He staring at his green beans
Being a total pussy"
(Who was at the door just now?)
Kids on skateboards asking you
To navigate the claymores (Really?)
Yup, I told 'em "oh he can't
He in the kitchen pouting and
Terrified of a plant"
Less like toes in a tide pool
More like, left, right
Poached from notable giant Kaiju
Fat neck, fine tooth, rock and lean, yelling
"This ends now, eat the god damn beans!" Ah!
Hangdog mouth talk slang wrong
And that there's
Flatware exhumed by a crane arm
Time for some action
Stab one ripe for a swipe and extraction
Brined in malpractice
Carried to the cavernous yap
And obliged access
If only in compliance with
A deep-fried fascist, peep
Literally bite down once
And my tongue get a flooding
From my uninvited guts
Pointer finger plug a hole in the dam
Ma notice, "okay, gross, blowfish
Dinner's over, go spit", pop call "bullshit"
Both of my brothers break in, like "he's
On his Davie Hogan no mistakin'", by the way
(Who was at the door just now?)
Kids on dirt bikes asking you
To bunny-hop the curbsides (Really?)
Yup, I told 'em "oh he busy
He staring at his green beans
Being a total pussy"
(Who was at the door just now?)
Kids on skateboards asking you
To navigate the claymores (Really?)
Yup, I told 'em "oh he can't
He in the kitchen pouting and
Terrified of a plant"