Hail Mary Mallon - Kiln lyrics
[Hail Mary Mallon - Kiln lyrics]
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary
From the tree house
You can now see the silhouette greasy, poor
Needy boy speeding off in a limo stretch
Seedy talk, slow and low tow his comb
Through his widow's edge
Sleepy dog lying for science
Dying and pillow pet
Creepy still leaning on tire
Iron and lobby glass
Forty-four, door to door
Order more of them body bags
Posse packed, corduroy
Water toys and karate class i'll be back
Play dough with Beowolf in a Chachi mask
(Copy That)
Roger this, modern twist on a running theme
Minus Dean
Dominate pocket change for the other team
Gutters cleaned, chimney swept
Give 'em depth for a color scheme
Egg shell over bland white
Van dyke over hunter green
What it means, forward ho
Courts close to the watching eye
Tears like his are tenured and rendered
For when his father died
Anchored to his angled and tangled
For when his pocket's lined golden goose
Holding two bowling shoes for his Columbine
Hop a ride, tag along
Add a song to your mini-mix
Mega man, egg a van
Razor clamped to his chinny chins
Sixty-six, route down
Moving down to the Dixie chick
This monkey brought a weapon and heaven
Give him a pixie stick is he sick, if so
Make him hurl all the stuff he drank
Hold his hand behind his back, get
His hat and his money, thanks
Once he blanks, stand him up
Hand him some of the onion rings
Tell him that he's good, get him Bush Tonic
Cutty Ranks
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary
Side winders wind through fried wires
In a room of hired
Primates climbing on typewriters
Trying desperately to organize an
Alphabet in prose that would render them in
Drastically exaggerated roles
I know I shouldn't care and I'm
Too old to play the dozens
But admittedly I visualize some
Ultimate comeuppance with
Heads on pikes and pikes on walls and
Hell bound knights who deny all involvement
It's awful off on a tough blue huffy
Got a bucktooth youth from an uncool cubby
Who step inside the club like
A statue crying blood dance floor scattered
Staff asking why I'd come
Man shamefully whichever way you cut it
I was trying to impress some
People I can't even stomach
You'd like to think you're cool enough
To not care if you're cool
But the spirit gets distracted
The flesh is fucking cruel
They drag you to the tempest and
Extend you to the wolves
This would be the time if you
Had any cool signature moves
Escape artist careful not to spook the horses
From zero to a symphony of molecules in orbit
I never had a gold chain
Never had a cold beer
Had a codename and a moral code he hold dear
Guts pecked out pigs snout gross beard
A B C fingers stuck in both ears
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary
From the tree house
You can now see the silhouette greasy, poor
Needy boy speeding off in a limo stretch
Seedy talk, slow and low tow his comb
Through his widow's edge
Sleepy dog lying for science
Dying and pillow pet
Creepy still leaning on tire
Iron and lobby glass
Forty-four, door to door
Order more of them body bags
Posse packed, corduroy
Water toys and karate class i'll be back
Play dough with Beowolf in a Chachi mask
(Copy That)
Roger this, modern twist on a running theme
Minus Dean
Dominate pocket change for the other team
Gutters cleaned, chimney swept
Give 'em depth for a color scheme
Egg shell over bland white
Van dyke over hunter green
What it means, forward ho
Courts close to the watching eye
Tears like his are tenured and rendered
For when his father died
Anchored to his angled and tangled
For when his pocket's lined golden goose
Holding two bowling shoes for his Columbine
Hop a ride, tag along
Add a song to your mini-mix
Mega man, egg a van
Razor clamped to his chinny chins
Sixty-six, route down
Moving down to the Dixie chick
This monkey brought a weapon and heaven
Give him a pixie stick is he sick, if so
Make him hurl all the stuff he drank
Hold his hand behind his back, get
His hat and his money, thanks
Once he blanks, stand him up
Hand him some of the onion rings
Tell him that he's good, get him Bush Tonic
Cutty Ranks
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary
Side winders wind through fried wires
In a room of hired
Primates climbing on typewriters
Trying desperately to organize an
Alphabet in prose that would render them in
Drastically exaggerated roles
I know I shouldn't care and I'm
Too old to play the dozens
But admittedly I visualize some
Ultimate comeuppance with
Heads on pikes and pikes on walls and
Hell bound knights who deny all involvement
It's awful off on a tough blue huffy
Got a bucktooth youth from an uncool cubby
Who step inside the club like
A statue crying blood dance floor scattered
Staff asking why I'd come
Man shamefully whichever way you cut it
I was trying to impress some
People I can't even stomach
You'd like to think you're cool enough
To not care if you're cool
But the spirit gets distracted
The flesh is fucking cruel
They drag you to the tempest and
Extend you to the wolves
This would be the time if you
Had any cool signature moves
Escape artist careful not to spook the horses
From zero to a symphony of molecules in orbit
I never had a gold chain
Never had a cold beer
Had a codename and a moral code he hold dear
Guts pecked out pigs snout gross beard
A B C fingers stuck in both ears
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary
MA-LL-ON mary mA-LL-ON mary