Lice - Zilch lyrics

[Lice - Zilch lyrics]

A new report out found that lice
Is actually changing, and mutating
Becoming immune to standard treatments

I'm from a village in a hill
Where everybody got unmitigated gall
But no refrigerators filled
And every father there got
Pockets stocked with zilch
And every mother there forgot
To take her pill
I'm rocking for my ilk who started
Crying 'fore they bothered spilling milk
Listen we don't want no drama
But the bomb already built
Just when everyone you know about to ill
I swoop in like a crow from out the sky
And snatch a pie from off the sill
Is it fighting words or myna birds?
Piracy or rattling? A lionheart
Or Life Alert?
I don't support a media that fetishize
The wealthy 'cause it's weird
I'm here to help contextualize the
Veldt to a room
Of terrible cadets who dress like Mr belding
I turn 'em into messengers rebelling
It's compelling
The cavalcade approach on the
Heels of obscene evil
It's easel is meteoric
It's beanie is Steve Zissou

I only move aside for the sun
I only move aside for the sun
I don't really move aside that much
Nah mean? Nah mean?
And I'm not a big fan of the checkin'
Check it

Just ahead
I throw a left for every gambler layin' a
Bet and every child that wet the bed
I check my texts, Who's tryin' to swing a ep?
Oh wait that's just my ex who's
Trying to lay an egg
The sky is changing colors
I'll be up to here in
Debt when death become us
I check porno on ya Tumblr
I keep time by countin' summers
And teach ya how to do the wop without a fee
My name is Homeboy Sand
My style is a lock without a key
Oddworld bogmen, Slog through toxins
Groggy, Squash all goblins, Promptly
Fruit of loom
Relocating stickers on his Rubik's Cube
Wildlife showing signs of ruined doom
For you and you and you and you
Shoes made of wah-wah pedals
That turn a walk to the Wawa
The gods and devils
I'm at the table breaking bread with
Both the wicked and the righteous
It's hard to tell the difference
Through a history of violence

I only move aside for the sun
I only move aside for the sun
I don't really move aside that much
Nah mean? Nah mean?
And I'm not a big fan of the checkin'
Check it

Lice got a secret handshake that
Includes painting a landscape
And equal distribution of the syrup 'tween
The top and bottom pancakes
Surveyed the damage from the rampage
And pieced it together with
Glow-in-the dark band-aids
Behind the barricades is a bum
Who need a shower
But wield the power to paraphrase "Hey!"
I made a wish that I could shift more shapes
Withholding your support is just poor taste
Keep code fluent, chief flow mutant
The kid sit's still 'til a
Tree grow through him east coast, eat slow
Throwing pizza crust at pigeons
After dinner hit Ibiza with
Two Dobermans like Higgins
I'm looking for a mystery bigger
Than me to remedy
Regardless of it's place in
The greater collective memory
I'm pissed at every terrifying truck
Stop in the country
I'll piss upon your pick-up
Truck for absolutely nothing

I only move aside for the sun
I only move aside for the sun
I don't really move aside that much
Nah mean? Nah mean?
And I'm not a big fan of the checkin'
Check it

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