Lice - Environmental Studies lyrics

Somebody shoulda told ya
Up to something looking like
A young somebody older
Who keep a toolbox in his tube socks
Who keep a boombox full of moon rocks
What was written was the hittin' of a snag
Reminded of the benefit's of
Picking off a scab i took an axe
Lust for penetration left by Skinemax
I laid down on the tracks and took a nap
Hit it! Hit it! This is when you
Line your little bastards up
Set aside a muster point then run
And get your candle snuffed
Suckers get abducted by a
Clustering of animus
Where street performers only juggle
Cutlery and cannonballs
Muscle through the analog
A part of something heavenly
Rubber duckies in a row and Tetris-ing
It's therapy
Raiders of the multiverse in bumper
Cars that don't reverse make a move
Maybe you should grow out
Of your floaties first

Speakers of an unknown dialect
Each breath comes with it’s own environment
You lack the minerals and vitamins
Treat hacks like flies to the spider-web
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out

I’mma burn rubber on your cue
I’m rubber and you're glue
When there’s no signal to call truce
Real living ain’t much
Different from cartoons
Oh brother, good gracious, and gadzooks
(Listen)
God willing your top billing ain’t past due
Amigo lose the ego if it need to be stroked
This month’s flavor of the month is
Hickory smoked
Come on over spend a moment wit
The nomad while he packin light
Tricked into identifying things that
Didn’t happen right
There’s another zit from wishing that I
Could go back in time
And fix the things that make
Me lose my appetite
That’s about American as apple pie
Questioning the sample size
Pupil’s peeled for something miniscule
That I could amplify
Hey stranger would you like to be my friend?
Thinking that you’re like me though
Will likely be my end then again

Speakers of an unknown dialect
Each breath comes with it’s own environment
You lack the minerals and vitamins
Treat hacks like flies to the spider-web
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out

I was on stilts trying to build with angels
You were crying over spills
At the children's table there there
Never been a shill for the shameful
He mainly, chills
Laying bricks on his Grayskull
Even if it kills him, pissed off
Quit the pills
I don't sip what the system sells
I'm in the distance, tied to a cartoon rocket
Death proof
Dressed like an art school project
Walk on the wild side, smile and a swamp hat
Lo-fi pro invoke trial by combat
Ah, mile-high Aes say grace over Wattstax
Aim for the gong or the conman
I’m an odd one, I’m a crazy 8
Call top bunk, do the stanky leg
Gather ‘round and watch a
Rabble rouser radiate
Radio invaders breaking atoms at
The Steak 'n Shake

Speakers of an unknown dialect
Each breath comes with it’s own environment
You lack the minerals and vitamins
Treat hacks like flies to the spider-web
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out

Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out
Don’t ever count the kid out