Busdriver - Single Cell Ego lyrics
[Busdriver - Single Cell Ego lyrics]
Her ego weighs about a metric ton
And makes her really self conscious
I don't wanna hold out your gun
My chivalry is being held hostage
Your funeral parlor's packed
But, I have general admission
It's a pit full of dead air
I need to see a medical physician
But, I can't afford the medicare
So I die in your arms, wrong
Falsehood (of) , skin talk (beauty) hair dye
(yeah) , liposuction (bakesales) , silicone
She had a single cell ego in the form
Of her decomposed libido which
Was like that of a single
(?del gringo?) , the door to her heart
Has a big enough key hole during screwing
She would need to get her hair pulled
She'd snarl and growl
As if she was a werewolf, oh, I used to
Be, she'd even let me hit
On the hood of her car, she could lure
Any men into a zoom
And make them think there's a water fountain
In the middle of a sand dune, to get her
You forget everything
Even if you were one of the last Christians
She'd usually fuck with
Mated with the state of masochism
Beautiful siren you would have to find the
Bridesmaid because we have
A different family that I've made from
A hole of a different protoplasm
All these women have multiple orgasms
On their back bone
I'm a Pegasus, horseback rider-verse
A product endorsed black spider, my whore
Moon, stay course and trap driver
She'll have
Me for main course and appetizer, when
I propose they don't want me back
That's why I befriend hoes and scrawny rats
Don't touch me I'm a hypochondriac
Um, could you pick up my
Dry clothes from the laundromat
I don't drive over in my Pontiac
So you'll burn body fat trying to catch me
My love for her was a neurosurgeon
Cut up my brain's frontal lobe
And turning my sensibilities
Into that of a disgruntled toad
Only one of us (?calm enough coming home?)
And in my humble abode a women
Says she'll put it up
She expected me to wait on
Her one hand and foot
And would it take into account
All the monumental input
So I thought did I want to be in love
Or did I want to invent
With one I'd have an expressional outlet
With the other I'm just a sexual house pet
And makes her really self conscious
I don't wanna hold out your gun
My chivalry is being held hostage
Your funeral parlor's packed
But, I have general admission
It's a pit full of dead air
I need to see a medical physician
But, I can't afford the medicare
So I die in your arms, wrong
Falsehood (of) , skin talk (beauty) hair dye
(yeah) , liposuction (bakesales) , silicone
She had a single cell ego in the form
Of her decomposed libido which
Was like that of a single
(?del gringo?) , the door to her heart
Has a big enough key hole during screwing
She would need to get her hair pulled
She'd snarl and growl
As if she was a werewolf, oh, I used to
Be, she'd even let me hit
On the hood of her car, she could lure
Any men into a zoom
And make them think there's a water fountain
In the middle of a sand dune, to get her
You forget everything
Even if you were one of the last Christians
She'd usually fuck with
Mated with the state of masochism
Beautiful siren you would have to find the
Bridesmaid because we have
A different family that I've made from
A hole of a different protoplasm
All these women have multiple orgasms
On their back bone
I'm a Pegasus, horseback rider-verse
A product endorsed black spider, my whore
Moon, stay course and trap driver
She'll have
Me for main course and appetizer, when
I propose they don't want me back
That's why I befriend hoes and scrawny rats
Don't touch me I'm a hypochondriac
Um, could you pick up my
Dry clothes from the laundromat
I don't drive over in my Pontiac
So you'll burn body fat trying to catch me
My love for her was a neurosurgeon
Cut up my brain's frontal lobe
And turning my sensibilities
Into that of a disgruntled toad
Only one of us (?calm enough coming home?)
And in my humble abode a women
Says she'll put it up
She expected me to wait on
Her one hand and foot
And would it take into account
All the monumental input
So I thought did I want to be in love
Or did I want to invent
With one I'd have an expressional outlet
With the other I'm just a sexual house pet