Busdriver, Radioinactive with Daedelus - Name Forgetter lyrics
[Busdriver, Radioinactive with Daedelus - Name Forgetter lyrics]
My name ain’t Tucker biff
Or Spunk-Meyer don’t have a putting-iron
Nor is my hair gray hey that’s your name
And you got bird droppings on
Your sun visor from an air raid of flying
Monkeys with head-propellers
You ask what’s The Weather
I have a wet umbrella
He has a parasol in the sand
So guess what it is us
And when you are in The Weather
You’re covered in tar and chicken feathers
Then there's orange cones around my bed
Cuz I be manufacturing dreams so you can
Put ‘em in you answering machine
And I sell them to people who
Get into fender-benders in
Bumper-to-bumper traffic
I use to think I was
Named after a star cluster
But it turns out it was a
Bumper sticker on a car bumper
An obscure reference not the pure essence
That’s what I’m asking
Your suggestions for a new one
You can name me after the inventor of the
Whoopee-cushion or a teenager who’s
Bud cookie cooking or I know
I’ll buy one when I rob this
Bank of America branch with
A finger poking through my pocket
Of these pair of pants
Then I will escape to Paris france
And I’ll live on a yoga farm
And join many hippie caravans
But now I’m selling finger paintings
From a centerfold to
Be in a LA roach motel that’s rent controlled
Your name should cry out to women
Wearing crotchless panties and plastic aprons
Feeding chocolate candies that are wrapped
In bacon to unsophisticated sloth
They don’t know their names
They write them backwards on
Their foreheads to remember
Oh their annoying tenderloin LA women
LA women rule with an obedient
Poise on a sitting stole
I salvage her bathing suit top when
I clean out my swimming pool
She has an off switch with a fat wallet
I made a cash deposit
In her ovulating ovaries
What’s God and Satan’s college
Debating teams’ lawyer
Fee for moderating my name dispute
I swear I’m worth my body
Weight in saxophone reeds
Inactive device to activate the sacrifice
Just another funny looking
Mediterranean brother
As the head of an alien hovers
I’ve been meaning to mail it to mother
All these heathens are killing each other
A killer recovers by victims who suffer
I recover the killer with
Colorful silver psychic ability
Helmet facility paper and pencil
An apron's essential when carving your mental
The kitchen ware's bitchin there
Look at that frigidaire
Its covered in pigeon hair
Petition for the competition to
Fill out the questionnaire
Will a disgusted protestor appear
We discussed the contestant's
Sincere desire to
Respond to the questions they hear
Makes me question the answers by
Learning that German announcers are
Learning to pronounce your last name
With an English accent
There’s tremendous skiing in Aspen
European assassins pretending to be
Alaskan are defending
Their tea time contraption
Against masculine women
Don’t ask me when swimming in
Grass skirts and linens
I crash into women by accident grinning
Here's some cash for the cleaning
Of my cottage cheese ceiling
I’ve got a strange feeling
About your outerspace healing
This clam chowder is from New Zealand
I had a bit of veal in
The capital of potato peeling
I battle dull amateurs
Leave em embedded in edible bandages
Incredible Hulk Hogan smoking medical coke in
The Club Med in Hoboken
I'm clubbing you over the head with the head
Of Hulk Hogan attached to a bazooka
Except I gave you a crew cut before hand
I’m the door man opening up your bags
And they give me a couple of bucks to do so
I knew no precautions would be taken
Sticking a wooden stake in a
Woman for taking too long
In the basement a bomb i say so in the song
But it’s not the truth
Look at the doctor's boots
They’re made of solid gold call it sold
Sold that before I made it
Norton created file savers for aisle gazers
Shopping for Miles Davis
Wash cloth repellant osh kosh for felons
Let's mosh for Elvis
If you have fresh pot to sell us
Let’s wash the shelves kids
Just like the elves did
If you dislike the velvet
There’ll be fist fights in hell kid
So kiss my lapel using a pellet gun on
The pelican fisherman Mel
Melodramatic developing habit's of actors
A rabbit's fatal fight with a badger
Fatal attraction
I labeled the caption with a
Close captioned rose napkin
Actions are greater than words
The waiter deserves a good tip
I cater to the nerves of wordsmiths
I’m here to preserve the weird
And absurd in cowshit
Or Spunk-Meyer don’t have a putting-iron
Nor is my hair gray hey that’s your name
And you got bird droppings on
Your sun visor from an air raid of flying
Monkeys with head-propellers
You ask what’s The Weather
I have a wet umbrella
He has a parasol in the sand
So guess what it is us
And when you are in The Weather
You’re covered in tar and chicken feathers
Then there's orange cones around my bed
Cuz I be manufacturing dreams so you can
Put ‘em in you answering machine
And I sell them to people who
Get into fender-benders in
Bumper-to-bumper traffic
I use to think I was
Named after a star cluster
But it turns out it was a
Bumper sticker on a car bumper
An obscure reference not the pure essence
That’s what I’m asking
Your suggestions for a new one
You can name me after the inventor of the
Whoopee-cushion or a teenager who’s
Bud cookie cooking or I know
I’ll buy one when I rob this
Bank of America branch with
A finger poking through my pocket
Of these pair of pants
Then I will escape to Paris france
And I’ll live on a yoga farm
And join many hippie caravans
But now I’m selling finger paintings
From a centerfold to
Be in a LA roach motel that’s rent controlled
Your name should cry out to women
Wearing crotchless panties and plastic aprons
Feeding chocolate candies that are wrapped
In bacon to unsophisticated sloth
They don’t know their names
They write them backwards on
Their foreheads to remember
Oh their annoying tenderloin LA women
LA women rule with an obedient
Poise on a sitting stole
I salvage her bathing suit top when
I clean out my swimming pool
She has an off switch with a fat wallet
I made a cash deposit
In her ovulating ovaries
What’s God and Satan’s college
Debating teams’ lawyer
Fee for moderating my name dispute
I swear I’m worth my body
Weight in saxophone reeds
Inactive device to activate the sacrifice
Just another funny looking
Mediterranean brother
As the head of an alien hovers
I’ve been meaning to mail it to mother
All these heathens are killing each other
A killer recovers by victims who suffer
I recover the killer with
Colorful silver psychic ability
Helmet facility paper and pencil
An apron's essential when carving your mental
The kitchen ware's bitchin there
Look at that frigidaire
Its covered in pigeon hair
Petition for the competition to
Fill out the questionnaire
Will a disgusted protestor appear
We discussed the contestant's
Sincere desire to
Respond to the questions they hear
Makes me question the answers by
Learning that German announcers are
Learning to pronounce your last name
With an English accent
There’s tremendous skiing in Aspen
European assassins pretending to be
Alaskan are defending
Their tea time contraption
Against masculine women
Don’t ask me when swimming in
Grass skirts and linens
I crash into women by accident grinning
Here's some cash for the cleaning
Of my cottage cheese ceiling
I’ve got a strange feeling
About your outerspace healing
This clam chowder is from New Zealand
I had a bit of veal in
The capital of potato peeling
I battle dull amateurs
Leave em embedded in edible bandages
Incredible Hulk Hogan smoking medical coke in
The Club Med in Hoboken
I'm clubbing you over the head with the head
Of Hulk Hogan attached to a bazooka
Except I gave you a crew cut before hand
I’m the door man opening up your bags
And they give me a couple of bucks to do so
I knew no precautions would be taken
Sticking a wooden stake in a
Woman for taking too long
In the basement a bomb i say so in the song
But it’s not the truth
Look at the doctor's boots
They’re made of solid gold call it sold
Sold that before I made it
Norton created file savers for aisle gazers
Shopping for Miles Davis
Wash cloth repellant osh kosh for felons
Let's mosh for Elvis
If you have fresh pot to sell us
Let’s wash the shelves kids
Just like the elves did
If you dislike the velvet
There’ll be fist fights in hell kid
So kiss my lapel using a pellet gun on
The pelican fisherman Mel
Melodramatic developing habit's of actors
A rabbit's fatal fight with a badger
Fatal attraction
I labeled the caption with a
Close captioned rose napkin
Actions are greater than words
The waiter deserves a good tip
I cater to the nerves of wordsmiths
I’m here to preserve the weird
And absurd in cowshit