Aesop Rock, El-P - Tomorrow Morning lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock, El-P - Tomorrow Morning lyrics]
In the district called the Barbary Coast
Nickelodeon showed scandalous moving pictures
The coast was described by
One indignant critic
As "that sink of moral pollution, whose reefs
Are strewn with human wrecks
Here, blear-eyed men drink vile liquor
Smoke offensive tobacco and engage
In vulgar conduct here are:
Debauchery, disease, insanity, blasphemy
Death and hell
Yawning to receive it's putrid mass"
(The ground shook, and the sky burned)
These are the unregulated rabbit holes
Barrack homes and taverns built
For devil's acre
Opium enthusiasts and baritones, marigold
The garish allure of the burning Barbary
Underbelly born of 40 thieves
In whorish harmony
Hammering for the dark and heartless
Harpy, shark and harlot argue breathing room
Do not let the arson jeeper-creeper you
If we elect the scenic route
See it as greener grasses
Like morphine after snatch help
You forget diseases matter
Not to mention 15 cents for
Either weakens cheaper gamblers
Down for hell inside a melting pot
No one's ever melting they just yell a lot
Stab each other, drink and eat and belly-flop
Murder Point, your thoroughfare at 12 o'clock
Is hell and back, EMB to Chinatown
Kearny clashing cutters out the netherworld
Sydney ducks to pistol fuck the centerfold
Every cellar iniquity
Pretty killers and pistol petes
Might wake up to horses tearing
At your limbs symmetrically
Tomorrow morning when the wharf
Is finished warping
You will wash up on the shore
And wonder what was so alluring
Tomorrow evening when the
Leeches finish feeding
You'll regret the ownership of an
Aorta that is bleeding
Tomorrow morning when the wharf
Is finished warping
You will wash up on the shore
And wonder what was so alluring
Tomorrow evening when the
Leeches finish feeding
You'll regret the ownership of an
Aorta that is bleeding
In those days the volunteer fire brigades
Competed with each other
To be the first to reach the fire
Before a later bay was calm
Disreputable hangers on
Would rumble for the hungry like
Montgomery's little Genghis Khans
Who plain as day would operate in
Holes where no patrollers go
Groggeries that host the most ignoble
Dog and pony show francis of Assisi in his
Grave alone to roller-coast
His opus now a cove where all the
Lowest lows can grow and grow
With no sign of a holy ghost
More the polar: horns and rosy cloven toes
Bunny-hop claims, fold and overthrow
Gangland anchors hit the harbor
Down for hangman
Shuffle fifty two and slip the
Chew behind the fang-span
Greenhorn, he just wanna help
His hammers harmonize
Stowed in hell's cargo by the spark
In those Wells Fargo eyes
And famine wasn't featured in the pamphlet
Neither were the cancers
Camp was smoking chimney, mantle
Taxidermy antlers
Now the sourdough is lifted out
The honeycombs of kitchens
Satan out on Broadway and
Pacific blowing kisses
Tomorrow morning when the wharf
Is finished warping
You will wash up on the shore
And wonder what was so alluring
Tomorrow evening when the
Leeches finish feeding
You'll regret the ownership of an
Aorta that is bleeding
Tomorrow morning when the wharf
Is finished warping
You will wash up on the shore
And wonder what was so alluring
Tomorrow evening when the
Leeches finish feeding
You'll regret the ownership of an
Aorta that is bleeding
40 winks, pissy at the grizzly, no lullaby
Clark's point trollops off the docks
To flood and multiply
Until a brilliant golden motherlode
In the bank hold up your drink
She said between her legs
That other gold's pink
Sold it for cheap along the waterfront
Wretched little clusters
Push a fuss of smutty huffing
Plus some itching and discomfort
Little wonder you, in public for the buck
It's rugged rusty cutter gut any cutty
Drunkard who want it
Hellcat Maggie, aggie, move to the music
She had learned to spoon pollution in
A climate pruned for losing
Thousand more like her in
The cow yards moo-ing, ooh-ee
Beneath the brutal harvest moon and UV
Note it's the very same foundation on
Which you and yours sleep
Layers of players over
Debaucherous troubadour speak
They puff the pathogens and never
Let the humidors breathe
That's why you grew up on
Stale tobacco and juniper trees
Nickelodeon showed scandalous moving pictures
The coast was described by
One indignant critic
As "that sink of moral pollution, whose reefs
Are strewn with human wrecks
Here, blear-eyed men drink vile liquor
Smoke offensive tobacco and engage
In vulgar conduct here are:
Debauchery, disease, insanity, blasphemy
Death and hell
Yawning to receive it's putrid mass"
(The ground shook, and the sky burned)
These are the unregulated rabbit holes
Barrack homes and taverns built
For devil's acre
Opium enthusiasts and baritones, marigold
The garish allure of the burning Barbary
Underbelly born of 40 thieves
In whorish harmony
Hammering for the dark and heartless
Harpy, shark and harlot argue breathing room
Do not let the arson jeeper-creeper you
If we elect the scenic route
See it as greener grasses
Like morphine after snatch help
You forget diseases matter
Not to mention 15 cents for
Either weakens cheaper gamblers
Down for hell inside a melting pot
No one's ever melting they just yell a lot
Stab each other, drink and eat and belly-flop
Murder Point, your thoroughfare at 12 o'clock
Is hell and back, EMB to Chinatown
Kearny clashing cutters out the netherworld
Sydney ducks to pistol fuck the centerfold
Every cellar iniquity
Pretty killers and pistol petes
Might wake up to horses tearing
At your limbs symmetrically
Tomorrow morning when the wharf
Is finished warping
You will wash up on the shore
And wonder what was so alluring
Tomorrow evening when the
Leeches finish feeding
You'll regret the ownership of an
Aorta that is bleeding
Tomorrow morning when the wharf
Is finished warping
You will wash up on the shore
And wonder what was so alluring
Tomorrow evening when the
Leeches finish feeding
You'll regret the ownership of an
Aorta that is bleeding
In those days the volunteer fire brigades
Competed with each other
To be the first to reach the fire
Before a later bay was calm
Disreputable hangers on
Would rumble for the hungry like
Montgomery's little Genghis Khans
Who plain as day would operate in
Holes where no patrollers go
Groggeries that host the most ignoble
Dog and pony show francis of Assisi in his
Grave alone to roller-coast
His opus now a cove where all the
Lowest lows can grow and grow
With no sign of a holy ghost
More the polar: horns and rosy cloven toes
Bunny-hop claims, fold and overthrow
Gangland anchors hit the harbor
Down for hangman
Shuffle fifty two and slip the
Chew behind the fang-span
Greenhorn, he just wanna help
His hammers harmonize
Stowed in hell's cargo by the spark
In those Wells Fargo eyes
And famine wasn't featured in the pamphlet
Neither were the cancers
Camp was smoking chimney, mantle
Taxidermy antlers
Now the sourdough is lifted out
The honeycombs of kitchens
Satan out on Broadway and
Pacific blowing kisses
Tomorrow morning when the wharf
Is finished warping
You will wash up on the shore
And wonder what was so alluring
Tomorrow evening when the
Leeches finish feeding
You'll regret the ownership of an
Aorta that is bleeding
Tomorrow morning when the wharf
Is finished warping
You will wash up on the shore
And wonder what was so alluring
Tomorrow evening when the
Leeches finish feeding
You'll regret the ownership of an
Aorta that is bleeding
40 winks, pissy at the grizzly, no lullaby
Clark's point trollops off the docks
To flood and multiply
Until a brilliant golden motherlode
In the bank hold up your drink
She said between her legs
That other gold's pink
Sold it for cheap along the waterfront
Wretched little clusters
Push a fuss of smutty huffing
Plus some itching and discomfort
Little wonder you, in public for the buck
It's rugged rusty cutter gut any cutty
Drunkard who want it
Hellcat Maggie, aggie, move to the music
She had learned to spoon pollution in
A climate pruned for losing
Thousand more like her in
The cow yards moo-ing, ooh-ee
Beneath the brutal harvest moon and UV
Note it's the very same foundation on
Which you and yours sleep
Layers of players over
Debaucherous troubadour speak
They puff the pathogens and never
Let the humidors breathe
That's why you grew up on
Stale tobacco and juniper trees
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