Aesop Rock - Zero Dark Thirty lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Zero Dark Thirty lyrics]
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
Look
Unsigned hype, front line aeronauts flurry
Zero dark thirty
Zero Friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines
Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes
Devolved into mothmen munching textiles
Punisher, out past go-time
Back 10 fried worms chubbier
Brown grass both sides
Canned food, manmade tools
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof campaign, can’t lose
Can’t gain
Smoke out moles like a force of nature
Pray fortune return to his favor, swiftly
Maybe in the form of a nest egg
Maybe in the form of a Tesla death ray
Or a solid gold scene with
Something better to celebrate
Than powder on a face like
A flatfoot on jelly day
M-m-moral compass all batshit
Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets
Are we supporting the artist
Or enabling the addict?
I mean, I guess it matters to me
I wish it mattered to you
How a thousand virtues
Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles
Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
(Down) Down from a huntable surplus to one
Down from a huntable surplus to one
(Down) Down from the huntable surplus to one
Down from a huntable surplus to one
(Down) Down from the huntable surplus to one
Check his own breakneck pulse over
Colors in a drain
That emote sugar skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes melting
Guided by a levee made of bath tiles, tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill screen
No corner cut, no build team
Only a particularly menacing
Angle perpendicular to everything
Boys room cherry bomb boy
Goon very much runnin' with the
Devil in the mellotron
Hello! Here’s where a tale of caution
Pounds coffin nails to bootlegs of Hawkwind
Saw tooth, nevermind straw to gold
Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a business card
From a jar at the mall
A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause
Get stuffed with cartoon cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost
Around folk backed into what
They most lampoon
Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles
Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you
Fade me, failed all basic training
But I spent a couple groundhog
Days with a changeling
Silhouette, the god’s last cigarette
Anything less would be ri-god damn-diculous
Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
(Down) Down from a huntable surplus to one
Down from a huntable surplus to one
(Down) Down from the huntable surplus to one
Down from a huntable surplus to one
(Down) Down from the huntable surplus to one
One, one, one, one one, one, one, one
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
(They did not know how long
They had been there)
Look
Unsigned hype, front line aeronauts flurry
Zero dark thirty
Zero Friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines
Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes
Devolved into mothmen munching textiles
Punisher, out past go-time
Back 10 fried worms chubbier
Brown grass both sides
Canned food, manmade tools
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof campaign, can’t lose
Can’t gain
Smoke out moles like a force of nature
Pray fortune return to his favor, swiftly
Maybe in the form of a nest egg
Maybe in the form of a Tesla death ray
Or a solid gold scene with
Something better to celebrate
Than powder on a face like
A flatfoot on jelly day
M-m-moral compass all batshit
Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets
Are we supporting the artist
Or enabling the addict?
I mean, I guess it matters to me
I wish it mattered to you
How a thousand virtues
Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles
Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
(Down) Down from a huntable surplus to one
Down from a huntable surplus to one
(Down) Down from the huntable surplus to one
Down from a huntable surplus to one
(Down) Down from the huntable surplus to one
Check his own breakneck pulse over
Colors in a drain
That emote sugar skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes melting
Guided by a levee made of bath tiles, tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill screen
No corner cut, no build team
Only a particularly menacing
Angle perpendicular to everything
Boys room cherry bomb boy
Goon very much runnin' with the
Devil in the mellotron
Hello! Here’s where a tale of caution
Pounds coffin nails to bootlegs of Hawkwind
Saw tooth, nevermind straw to gold
Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a business card
From a jar at the mall
A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause
Get stuffed with cartoon cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost
Around folk backed into what
They most lampoon
Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles
Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you
Fade me, failed all basic training
But I spent a couple groundhog
Days with a changeling
Silhouette, the god’s last cigarette
Anything less would be ri-god damn-diculous
Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
(Down) Down from a huntable surplus to one
Down from a huntable surplus to one
(Down) Down from the huntable surplus to one
Down from a huntable surplus to one
(Down) Down from the huntable surplus to one
One, one, one, one one, one, one, one