Aesop Rock - Klutz lyrics

I am a man who uses the
Techniques of a bat to navigate

Can’t motherfuck a motherfucker
From the underfunded klutz who
Never undercut the butcher
The pick-a booger-at your-wake is
Bumping "I'm your pusher" also at your wake
Juvenile intruders at the gate
Brooding over waking history that bubbles
From the blinking 12s of VCRs and Microwaves
Like time machines for shrinking elders
Rifling through their recipe
Carrots, onions, celery
What unique amalgam of piss
And repugnant energy
Spun him out of the '70s
To beeline for dessert?
Fire-eater trying to keep it on the
Green side of the dirt
This is tea-time with the worst
Geriatrics on the decline of berserk
Back in my day we were three times more alert
Now I go through my old clothing
Trying to find nostalgic threads to sell
Walk away feeling like I should
Have never dressed myself
Sincerely I was never on the cutting edge
My hand was on the hilt
You’re free to build with the other end
Shriek into the vacuum if in
Spite of your accomplishments
You wake up feeling empty like
Houdini’s grave probably is
Volley with the quintessential digital ager
I'm offended by everything
My opinions come in a manger, oh boy
Depreciating since they drove me off the lot
Still into ghost stories and pot
And the classic coconut bra
Procedural crime drama shows with
Holes in the plot
And reminding clones there’s more to coping
Than a nose full of snot
Ah, old pros throw 'bows to the 808
You couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate
Bishop to queen 4 in Damn
Daniels under ram skulls
Plan for cloudy with a chance of anvils
Fever dreams of padded cells and
Jagged pills in frozen pipes
Socialites from pageant hell with plastic
Smiles and robot eyes
I’m hoping you all grow into
The sentience you assume
As your moment of self-reflection is
A moment for me too
Look, with the steel chair
Sure to serve the veal rare
Brush up your evasion and
Basic tactical field care
I was on that constant futile
Rage before the internet
I been ignored for longer
Than you’ve been interested
The posse promise you nobody
Feels threatened by a
Scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomed
That’s like hellions thinking Hell is just
OK but needs some polish
It helps to know intimidation’s
All about the optics
Come duck a bounty, it's
A hoot, Suffolk County, it's a zoo
Puppy chow and bitches brew
It's not exactly chicken soup
It’s heavy lifters lifting
It’s ginseng on his whistling
It’s we don’t find the flippancy convincing
Two for flinching older yeller
Never knew a no-kill shelter
In his doggie days
Now I draw my neighbors over
Kouign-amanns and coffee stains
A walled and whirling urchin
More observant than audacious
I document the great unwashed
And curse in Lithuanian
For a gallery of grifters channeling
Sid’s action figures grafted
With his little sister’s after markers, glue
And scissors it’s trippy
The truth and fiction moving to a center
Maybe it’s weirder they’ve never
Been photographed together
Sometimes the stomach disappears from
Under a retreating lens
And patterns of a need to
Please abusive folk reveal themselves
I’m peeling back the layers
I’m sneaking past the lasers
I’m a lover, I’m a fighter
I’m a seed to blackened acres
The dogs I think are following me
Home are out to kill me
Your music makes a motherfucker wanna
Move to Elm Street
Rejection of the spirit by the
Body at your service
If you mess-up every friendship come get
Swept up in the current
Here, wheels fall off of cars
When they see him
Seas part, green trees march out of Eden
I'm known to eat the heart
And keep the archery uneven
Are you starting to be part of the kinesis?

Got me on some other shit
Got me on some other shit
Got me on some other shit