Hail Mary Mallon - Smock lyrics

Middle fingers to the shingles and vane
Divide skies with the bringers of rain
(people are strange)
Like a paranoid species on the eve of decay
Arrange some beacons in a
Sequence of remedial shapes i might

For your medicine little pills
On the drying tongue
Sold too many feeders to farmers
Instead of buying one
Highest rung tooth pick splintered
Into your sinus lung cue tip?
(I'm good) no, you're just dying young

God when he box long arm outlined
Laws allocating Mallon by the alpines
Stat, jowl line choppin up his wonder years
Druther's go forever undiscovered here
(want air?)

For the rabbit ears at your rival's house
Smoke ring roped to the wing
Of that'll spiral down
Devil work, metal merchants
And muffler thieves
Luggage wrapped to your parts
And his heart's in his dungarees

Over the city, under cement
Over the counter, under the lens
Over the limit, under arrest
Over the bra, under the dress

Down beat
These ugly ducks get their grease flock
Hand job buyers
And bikers to get their grease smock
Freak watch tigers
Guygers to get the sketch pad
Drew em' by the underlings fumbling
With their guest pass

Out touch faith
Ye drown clutched unto thine flood gate
Peace out cupcake (sup?)
Unbelievers run your codes and bonus features
A frogger in the traffic from
A lair of lotus eaters

New heights with the two knight armada
The callous part challenge malt
Two flights and charter
March a flag, parking bag
Been a bit since we struck gold
See me by the cheif while travel trust grove
(want smoke?)

Eight limbs, little biters out of fox holes
Document his bait and swap, heist job gonzo
Sound proof hoodie, hounds tooth aux Bose
Spotted robbin' gobstoppers out
The odd Costco

Over the bridge, under the tent
Over the budget, under the rent
Overexposed, under-assessed
Over the phone, under her breath

"Hello?"
"Hello, I'm, uh, conducting a survey"
"yeah?" "Are you watching TV right now?"
"Who is it?" "Some guy
He wants to know what we're watching on
TV what's the name of that movie?"
"I don't know"

Four to sky, fortified eye sores
In a chorus line of pea
Soup and glorified gore
Dole out punishment, barkin' mad
Tattoo brains on bricks, arts and crafts

Behind the pines sold kitty clutch and jars
Mommy got her muscles out
Muscled out at the PG parts
Ouija board seance
Crayons that match your cheeky scar
Caught two years prior when wired
Down at the Tiki bar

Hello, I'm reaching
Peep the plain clothes and keep the J-lo
Gigli mutilated school faced halo breezy
On the last known payphone breathing
(want feeling?)

In the bag where we skip rock
Choppy tied saddle
Apocalypse chocolate chips on the sloppy side
Not kicked, occupied lock lipped, habberdash
Buried X treasure
Better drunk Barry Badrinath

Over the river, under the fence
Over the TV, under again
Over the moon, under your bed
Over the weekend, under your ex