Aesop Rock - Maintenance lyrics

Count that for me
(One, two, one, two, three, four) Thanks
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)

Well, any asshole with a book of
Matches can light a fire fresh
Make that sucker burn for days
I'll be impressed
Surfing to bash the coach of
Bigot procreation baked in fanciful
Then scurry up the grass to roll
His marbles off the anthill
I know girth and good nature
But recognize absentee ballots
And sappy ballads couldn't fill the void
(No they can't)
It's James and the Giant Tugboat
Complex and he's annoyed
(No one's asking you to build an ark brother)


Yeah, it's fashion
I'll find my own bullies to shake a finger at
Then realign mine eyes in divine justice
Plus this uncontrollable laugh
When those Amber Waves of Grain finally crash
Brimstone, cloned with legs and dim poems
10 little Zen crafts
Things cooperate like paper
Doll participant litigants
Picket well around a burner style clinic
Acid for the basics
Ph-imbalance to burn the
Malice martyrs faceless
Then fabricate day trips
I wanna be the halo that jumps off the brain
Of the genius who decided
Some pictures deserve frames
(God and I are on first name basis)
Yeah I call him "God", he calls me "Jesus"
When I lost my religion, he fell to pieces
Blame dragon up hell's creek
Interrupting a devil pageant
Starfighter settle into madness
I keep my ghoul spirit concealed
Until The Warriors return to the
Coney Isle Wonder Wheel

My mama told me there'd be days
Like this, days like this, days like this
Days like this (Yes she did)
My mama told me there'd be days
Like this, days like this, days like this
Days like this (Yes she did)
My mama told me there'd be days
Like this, days like this, days like this
Days like this (Yes she did)
My mama told me there'd be days
Like this, days like this, days like this
Days like this (Days like this)

(Okay) Tell me who you chill with
And I'll tell you who you are
I walk a mile with a leash
Attached to your freak seminar
It's a modern sensation on
The boulevards of maintenance
To sweep your broken hopes under the
Rug then hug the playpen
It's revolution pushing through
The loose pins
Of the straight-jacketed maverick classed
In a bunk category
They had him parallel with
A tattered glory division
Aka them who drink dreams out a
Thermos with a whiskey after-burn
It's like, 9 o'clock wake
(I'm up) , spit obscenities
My girl ties on my cape, smoke a bone
Then work my deviltry
The clear day's laced with a classic
Mother nature thunder chaser set
That got my paper crane's wings wet (oh no)
Voyeurist amendments lacked
Expansive coverage in the syllabus
I dance for chuckles while you
Man the keyhole grilling post (that's fine)
I done my chores according to God's schedule
With coffee holding the wheel and
Nicotine working the pedals
Metal-edged cadence that tends to
Repel the bevel
Kettle screeching out the operetta (operetta)
I live to autograph the iron curtain
With dove's backfeather pens spurting magma
Curséd television earns the burdens
Of my Cleopatra
Minor (M-M-Major) disperse slap on the wrist
For the tenants lacking arms to harbor
The rarity of thick friendship
Sunk with a "yes sir" chained to
Fatigued ankle leagues beneath the
Angle I'mma call home 'til the
Rock meets the angels

My mama told me there'd be days
Like this, days like this, days like this
Days like this (Yes she did)
My mama told me there'd be days
Like this, days like this, days like this
Days like this (Yes she did)
My mama told me there'd be days
Like this, days like this, days like this
Days like this (Yes she did)
My mama told me there'd be days
Like this, days like this, days like this
Days like this (Days like this)

(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)